Today I watched the honeybee
Engaged upon his gathering spree
From rose to buddleia he flies
To gather his sweet pollen prize
Darting here and fluttering there
Hoping there’s enough to spare
Betwixt the petals he will dive
Then homeward to his warm beehive
He’s not a drone but worker bee
Serving with the bee army
Toiling most when days are sunny
To swell the stores of wholesome honey
Unstintingly he serves his Queen
That matriarch so rarely seen
His life has all too short a span
It’s over just days from when began
He’s vital for the pollination
Of the food that feeds the nation
Without his work mankind would famish
Pray God bees stay and never vanish