The Worker Bee
By JackJakins
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A buzz and a flap of quick tiny wings,
Do stir in search to collect from all things,
The world it is wide, far out from your home,
Its borders are endless, a small part do you roam
But there’s plenty here, in nectar and flower,
Enough to survive, and grow well in power,
Thus the Bee becomes wise, and lives here long,
This land it is perfect, it’s here he belongs
And so all is well, the Worker Bee does grow,
But the glade remains small, it’s first cracks soon to show,
There’s resources yes, but now sparse and so few,
The Bee starts to panic, for what can he do
He searches then wide, for feed family he must,
And comes upon Butterfly, in whom he does trust,
He’s told tale of a land, near and quite fair,
There’s plenty more there, in which all may share
The Worker Bee is thus happy, and packs his things,
This land sounded promising, once more they’d be kings,
So they left their glade, now close to fall,
And made way to the new, to share one and all
But upon arrival they were surprised to discover,
The inhabitants were angry, making war on each other,
The Worker Bee was distraught, his plan gone awry,
For they would not calm down, despite his best try
The Worker Bee sighed, this land was hostile,
To try and make peace was all too futile,
But his family stood by him, now ill and so sick,
He would have to act fast, and so his plan formed then quick
The inhabitants were small, little strength could they bring,
But the Bee had a needle, with this he could sting,
He swooped down fast, and soon changed the tide,
With bloodshed peace was quickly then tried
So the inhabitants bowed low, humbled by he,
And with relish he let his family feed free,
The nectar was sweet, and they grew fat in no time,
How could one make war, in a land so divine?
But the nectar soon slowed, and then did fail,
The Worker Bee looked to the inhabitants, shrunken and frail,
He shook his head slowly, this land it was dead,
And cast his eyes far off, to the glade just ahead.
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