The Plight of the Honey Bee

Stop it, we’re stressed, Our collective mind, regressed! Searching for fields of clover, Flower to flower. over and over. But those planes full of bug spray,,, A little of that and we fly astray We just want to do our job, But were turning into an aimless mob. Remember we help to make your food; Without us you might just be screwed. And you think we will tell our honey-making facts, We’re sorry, but that’s none of your beeswax! So just admit it you need us more than you think, Were out of sync, we could be gone in a blink. We can’t find our way to our honeycomb home, That stuff that you spray makes us aimlessly roam. Our children need a life that’s serene, An please, God, help us save the queen!