A colony in The Last Colony
Are the National Zoo’s swarm of bees
A new home, promising to be neat, clean, and dry
In a city hardly pollen-free
As they settle in gather, modify, and store
As they settle in gather, modify, and store
Into their nests we'll go
One swift sting will convey
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,
One swift sting will convey
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 bringing us to your fine zoo,
But leave our prized honey alone".
But leave our prized honey alone".
VRW
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