Busy busy little bee
Buzzing round your mother’s knee,
Charging like the Lite Brigade
When you detect an enemy.
Brash determination to protect the hive
From foul or harm.
Bent on blind obedience,
Responding quickly to alarm.
Gathering your nectar from
The clover or the flowers bloom.
Never seeking recompense
Or worrying of gloom and doom.
Peaceful when the day is done.
Thankful for the rest.
Looking forward to the dawn when
You’ll resume your golden quest.
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