Spoon of Tea in Your Honey

Watch the little worker bee’s waggle dance
And follow wherever she may lead
To follow her is less of a chance
And more of knowing the best place to be

She would never lead you astray
There’s not a speck of bad in her pouch
She would be pleased if you could stay
For a spoon of tea in your honey, but she hasn’t a couch

So wave hello-goodbye as she flies on her way
From her bumbling, buzzing residential place
Through the garden which you have selflessly made
And back again, away, away, away

Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

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