Be patient with your honey, please.
Remember bees don't have to squeeze
The honey from the honey comb,
And honey isn't made to bruise,
Or for some bourgeoisie
Industrial use.
Honey is not accustomed to being pushed around.

But bees come face to face
To retrieve their honey,
And embrace it with open arms,
And carry it over the threshold
To the chamber where its charms
Will be consumed as angels sing,
"Here Comes The Groom!"
To the tune of the standard,
"Here Comes The Bride,"
With a chorus buzzing softly alongside, chanting, chanting,
"Hail To The Queen!"

-jenn