Royal & regal upon dark throne concealed,
Within, cloying comb, waxen & congealed,
A pollinated haven of herb scented hive,
Workers to serve & to keep you alive.
Serenaded, seduced & heavily droned,
By your prince, with sting sharply honed,
To do your bidding, whilst floral spring is budding,
And clouds, into summer, go gaily scudding.
Honey-suckle, thyme & orange-blossom scents,
Seep through mysterious hive´s sticky vents,
Giving us a glimpse of jelly royal & warm honey gold,
And revealing secrets of your swarm, untold.
You may sting, & in soft buzzing voice, you softly
sing,
Within flowers hearts, robed in pollen & muslin wing,
If you left our earth, life would go terribly wrong,
If we couldn’t hear
your mellifluous song.
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