To Be a Bee
I think that I was meant to be
a fuzzy, buzzy honey bee.
I long to bob and float and zoom
and feast upon each budding bloom
and live among and work and thrive
beside my kin within the hive.
To hum and thrum and drum and sing,
To give our enemies the sting.
A quaint, quotidian routine
in service to the mother Queen.
Yes, that’s the life I want for me;
Oh, how I wish to be a bee.
