Save the bees poem

There once was a bee

There once was a bee who had such big dreams
He flew the fields as far as he could see
He buzzed around the flowers bright
But then when it came to night
The bee had to return to the hive there he would give his pollen and be told to take no more flight
He would turn in with the rest of his folk
Into hexagon holes they all called home
He would wake as the sun rose up and fly off into the rough
Another day all the same
A new flower but a repetitive game
Except in the park something had changed
People had dug the up flower beds and replaced them with metal frames instead
No more flowers meant no food
The bees returned home knowing there was nothing they could do
The queen would starve and so would they
Will there be any bees left, tomorrow, even Today ?