As sunlight shines on hives so bright and clear,
The keeper stumbles out, his mind in a haze,
He laughs at bees and thinks they’re friends quite dear.
With sticky hands, he tries to steer,
A swarm of tiny workers in a daze,
As sunlight shines on hives so bright and clear.
“Sweet honey drops!” he slurs, with a cheer,
While buzzing bees around him start to graze,
He laughs at bees and thinks they’re friends quite dear.
But what’s this dance? The bees, they persevere,
They buzz in wild confusion, lost in the craze,
As sunlight shines on hives so bright and clear.
He trips on flowers, feeling quite the seer,
As bees all plot their honey-fueled malaise,
He laughs at bees and thinks they’re friends quite dear.
So if you see him swaying with no fear,
Just know he’s high, lost in fragrant rays,
As sunlight shines on hives so bright and clear,
He laughs at bees and thinks they’re friends quite dear.
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