by Jeffrey James Ircink
Bumble bees and mason bees and ground bees three,
Yellow jackets, paper wasps and hornets after me.
Big bees, little bees
Busy bees that swarm.
Pollinating here and there, ‘specially when it’s warm.
Bees in your bonnet
And bees in your knees.
Buzzin’ in the flowers
And buzzin’ in the trees.
Workers and drones and queens, oh my!
A sting in your finger is better than your eye!
Making sweet honey deep in their bee hives,
That’s all they do with the short, hectic lives.
Apathy is pleasant when it doesn’t bother you,
But when the bees have died away – you’ll be dead too.
photo by Jeffrey James Ircink 2015