A beehive sits in our hands
Holding so much information
Organization is key
We look into the honey
And soon a couple of bees
Travel to our ears
To sing us some songs
To hum softly in our ears
So no one else can hear
But the honey in our hands hold so many secrets
One would only have to read a few cones
Listen to what the bees had to hum
Then you'd see me
And you'd never forget.
