Queen Bee
Queen Bee
Buzz, buzz, buzz...
Great Queen, I hear your song.
Making honey with your workers... all night long.
Sweet nectar of the forest, sweet liquid sugar of life,
teased away from the flowers, one soft petal at a time.
Ever their grip tight, upon the gift of the maker,
the honey, the golden reward, of a life well planned,
and shared... among friends,
that dare to harvest it.
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