He rolled his joint and donned his beekeeper suit,
With honey on his mind and clouds in his head,
"I'll make this hive a sweet, sweet place to commute!"
The bees were buzzing loud, their songs a hoot,
As he tripped on a flower, "Oh, what have I said?"
He rolled his joint and donned his beekeeper suit.
He thought, "They'll make me royal, I’ll just give a loot,"
But they found him too groovy, and quite misled,
"I'll make this hive a sweet, sweet place to commute!"
Spilling syrup all around, a sticky pursuit,
He danced like a daffodil, with joy widespread,
He rolled his joint and donned his beekeeper suit.
But instead of sweet honey, he brewed up some fruit,
The bees buzzed in laughter, as he stood there, red,
"I'll make this hive a sweet, sweet place to commute!"
With a wave and a grin, he took off like a flute,
And the bees just kept buzzing, their rules all shred,
He rolled his joint and donned his beekeeper suit,
"I'll make this hive a sweet, sweet place to commute!"
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