The Work of Bees
THE WORK OF BEES
They don’t sweat on an assembly line
In a computer guided team
Churning out masses of honey so fine,
Canning and freezing its sticky stream.
No, they make fresh honey daily at home
And they don’t use fridges,
Living in hives and working in a comb;
They’re not useless insects like midges
Who only want to bite my arm
And cloud around my head
Bringing stinging harm
And making my bald patch red.
Bees are model citizens working
For the communal good -
Not hovering around shirking,
Waiting for handouts of food.
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