Critterature: a Bee In My Bonnet

Behold the busy bumblebee Gathering pollen and nectar, his treasure. He transports it home To be stored in a comb For his queen to dine on at her leisure. How doth the humble bumblebee Manage all that he does without stumbling? He toils night and day, Earning minimum pay, Her commands he'll obey without grumbling. Wherefore's he called a "bumble bee"? Throughout all that rough and rowdy tumbling Industriousness is no quirk, There's no task he will shirk, So, don't smirk, he is anything but "bumbling". In a thriving hive of buzzin' bees Will reside several dozen cousin bees, All of whom are humble bees, And very busy bumblebees, Knee-deep in bees' activities And apian proclivities That show their main necessity If just to bee or not to bee.