There's a new swarm of friends at The National Zoo
A colony in The Last Colony
Neat, clean, and dry will their new home be
And they'll love that the city's not pollen-free
As they settle in, gather, modify, and store
Into their nests we'll go
One swift sting will convey
The sweet results of their effort
Means more to them than we know
It's THEIR complex food
But we want it too
We'll employ any means to obtain it
All the work that they do
Searching flowers and trees
Only to have us show up and claim it
One supposes, if they could talk to us
Whether fertile queen, worker, or drone
They'd say, "Thank you for the warm welcome to your fine zoo,
But leave our prized honey alone".
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