You followed the tiny bee
It moved from flower to flower
Never stopped its pollination
It worked and worked for hours

Makes a buzz, buzz
As it flew on by
Seemed most interested
In the sweetest nectar
It wandered past
The bushes and the trees
It sought the ripest flowers only

Fruitful endeavors it did want
But not the kind we favor
The essence to make its honey
Goal to serve only one

This worker bee lives
Only for the Queen
Until the moment
It comes to close
Your hand reaches out
Smacks it from the air
A bee in the face is
No laughing matter

The bee does turn swiftly
His ass is in the air
He points his tiny derriere
And stings you through
Your skin turns red
You scream and shout
Tiny bee falls to the ground

You'll survive, most likely
Even if you've allergies
But this little bee
Who loved to work
Will lose it all
Defending that which
Matters most

His life diminishes
You do not care
No more
So it goes