In fields of flowers, the high beekeeper sways,
With honeyed dreams buzzing loud in his head.
He forgets the hives, caught in clouded rays.
He wanders ‘mid blossoms, lost in a daze,
While bees work away, quite confused and misled.
In fields of flowers, the high beekeeper sways.
“Why’s my suit yellow?” he ponders always,
As he pets a drone, then he giggles in bed.
He forgets the hives, caught in clouded rays.
When pollen takes flight, it’s a wild game of plays,
As he shouts, “The bees? They’re my buzzing thread!”
In fields of flowers, the high beekeeper sways.
With friends by his side, he dizzily stays,
“Who needs a hive when I have this instead?”
He forgets the hives, caught in clouded rays.
So tip your hat to the keeper who plays,
In dreams of sweet nectar where laughter is spread.
In fields of flowers, the high beekeeper sways,
He forgets the hives, caught in clouded rays.
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