In the hive it is oh so very busy,
all of the bees buzzing about,
to say the least its dizzy,
soon though born is a bee small and stout.
so many bees buzzing ,
and wizzing,
and wuzzing,
or was it that the buzzing of the
busy-bodied,
brave,
bombastically,
bubbly,
bees,
was boundless and beefy.
or that the bombastic actions taken by a fraction is fantastic,
like assassins in the dark,
sting those who come up into the attic,
waiting and plotting on anyone who comes close to their art.
their nest, just like the rest,
is a home of a hundred,
feeding every hungry bee left,
in this home of two hundred,
training soldiers for a test,
in this home of three hundred,
every day more are born like pests,
in this nest of four hundred,
train the bees to work,
in his nest of five hundred.
raise them all to make honey for a queen
who doesnt love them, is just mean
and cruel it really does seem
this colony is just a team
go and blow off steam
go and sting a little
and be deemed
deserving
to see
life.
then it happens,
like a miracle of life,
a bee is born
just a larva ,
and its stuffed out of sight.
out of mind, out of the way,
to be a bee is just,
part of the world today.
soon though it will molt,
only one with different mind,
not enough to revolt,
stay in line youll be fine,
sit still and dont joke.
dont speak unless spoken to,
dont worry til you break the rules,
dont be afraid, a stingers a tool,
dont get out of line be a string on a spool,
and dont lose your temper, dont lose your cool.
in the hive
your job is to fly,
locate the flowers,
and clean them dry.
in the hive
you feed the queen,
bring her the honey ,
and leave her be.
in the hive
your job is to spread,
the pollen and all,
before the flowers are dead.
In the quarters where the bees rest their eyes and their wings,
a peculiar little mutiny is forming fast, growing high like the figs.
4 bees special, shy of a fifth, come together in secret here,
1 bee potential, shy of a wish, come here in secret to peer.
he is found and beaten to talk, soon he joins them on,
alltogether they leave and walk, off the seats they were upon.
of the mutiny they planned i will not talk of here,
but know dear kids that the binds have begun to sear.
a particular bee,
the bee who liked to peer,
was about to see,
and smell and hear.
all kinds of new things,
like flowers,
and beatles,
and blue feathered wings.
no monarchal regnant,
no caste to abide,
freedom of agreement,
decisions to be made,
and choices to decide.
they leapt together in a line,
from the window of the attic,
taking strides one at a time,
fluttered wings sporadic.
fly
buzz
by
buzz
high
into the sky
zoom
buzz
through
buzz
to
the other side
twist
buzz
tumble
buzz
trace
after color
take
buzz
rake
buzz
collect
the others
tower
buzz
power
buzz
our
beautiful flowers
work
buzz
break
buzz
for
the hours
underneath flowers,
discussion was held,
talk to overpower,
the monarch withheld.
not 4 but now 8,
no 9 sorry wait,
i mean 30 now 40,
and so goes the chain.
bee out of discussion,
whom loves to take pollen,
has hurried off home to the hive,
the world is so scary,
but thrilling and daring,
this jobs where it will thrive.
scared to kill,
scared to fight,
scared of fire,
fire bright.
scared of conflict,
scared of war,
scared to call it,
scared to the core.
freedom is there,
but sacrifice must,
be made for the fair,
and guilty and just.
at the next step of work,
the bees now arrive,
with pouches of nectar,
the bee now strives.
to make of the honey,
this now divides,
the worker from the workless,
the workless die.
step step
by step by step
they work they work
but oh! OH!
our bee the bee
hast no
honey
Honey!
he tries
and tries
with all his might
he asks
and asks
a face of fright
where
to look
where to go!
to queen
for trial
oh.. oh NO!
In his cuffs of wax he goes,
to the queen, for what who knows.
the only way to live,
is to prove your worth to give.
honey to the queen
or else, why be a bee
a bee alive that is
face to face with its mother
the bee sat frozen too
awaiting his selection
to be eaten-!!
"No please queen i dont wanna die,
i dont wanna i really dont
please! please! "
begging for his life is all hes got
the queen had him taken
to the chopping block
if only he had a minute to
gather his thoughts!
she had him set to be
her next dinner
he wouldnt be a meal if he
was any thinner
when hold it
hold on
the mutiny's begun
just as the axe had begun-
had begun to swing!
the bee slipped away
in the noise and confusion
glad he backed out of
that crazy collusion
he chewed through his cuffs,
and began to run,
to the window with his stuff,
he could see the sun.
no need to wait,
or stand in line,
no need to break,
he'll be fine. oh hell be fine
just jump,
have faith,
in time.
jump jump
flap fly
flutter high
go
dont stop
go no dont stop
no dont stop
no dont stop
dont stop
fly.
