My Evil Plan
the queen’s dictionary was missing and we were all a’buzz
call out the national guard, alert the mayor, phone the fuzz
the drones were putting themselves into harm’s way
how will we write sentences or spell anything today?
The worker bees were irritated and went off in a swarm
You are hot, you are cold, you are near, you are warm!”
These hints were yelled out by a wasp who never liked us.
He was a mean little critter, who was misleading my cousin Gus.
Gus is a drone. He was trying to organize a posse to help find
The dictionary of the queen, he was looking for a bee with a mind
Many bees had let their dendrites go, they did not use their heads.
Pollenating is what they did until they fell into their honeycomb beds.
Come on guys, I said, I am scheduled to become the new queen.
I had hidden her dictionary, I know this sounds rather mean.
But I have to get her angry enough to fly off, to leave the hive.
I plan to wear my new majestic crown by a quarter to five.
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