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.
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