Oh, what a sight, our beekeeper stumbles,
With clouds of THC swirling around his head,
He's late for the hive; his ambition crumbles.
He stares at the bees, hallucinations humbles,
Are those tiny creatures dressed up, or just red?
Oh, what a sight, our beekeeper stumbles.
His suit's on inside-out, oh what a jumble,
He listens to songs that the buzzers have said,
He's late for the hive; his ambition crumbles.
As he tries to dance, he stings on the double,
“Just chill out, guys!” he humorously pled,
Oh, what a sight, our beekeeper stumbles.
With honey-laced dreams, his thoughts gently tumble,
“Bee-lieve in yourself!” he confidently spread,
He's late for the hive; his ambition crumbles.
So remember this tale of the keeper who fumbles,
Though sweet is the buzz, be cautious instead,
Oh, what a sight, our beekeeper stumbles,
He's late for the hive; his ambition crumbles.
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