We Are the Bees

Yellow and black we always fly. Forming a flower in the sky. Collecting nectar to make something runny; Our special, sweet honey. Always busy on the job. But challenges make us stick together in a blob. Yes, we do sting when we are mad. Then we die knowing that we lived a life that was rad. We serve till death, So humans don't take our last breath. Fly swatters won't stop us from swimming at barbecues in your waters.