Bee-lieve it or not, he’s flying high,
Every hive feels like a pie in the sky.
Everyone’s buzzing, “What’s he on about?”
Keep your distance, or he’ll knock you out!
Even the honey’s feeling quite loose,
Profit will wane, he might just be juice!
Every flower’s a friend, or so he’ll claim,
Remembering only half of their names.
So next time you see him, swaying with grace,
Tread lightly, my friends, in this whimsical space!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
