Being a honey bee is hard and relentless. I fly far, seeking new horizons to conquer, seeking sweet nectar for my queen,

I traverse all the beautiful, coloured and fragrant flowers every day, sucking their sweet golden nectar, I reserve the best for my queen,
I avoid prickly cactus flowers, I've heard stories of carnivorous flowers munching on bees like me, small insects and birds,

Every day, my travels start with a sip of honey before I do some chores in the hive,
I sneak into secret, and forbidden chambers pretending to feed the queen bee, no matter how risky,
I eat the finest honey reserved for Her Majesty,

I hate the drones that feed off our labour, for they spend countless hours, courting our queen, whispering sweet nothing, always pampering her to lay more eggs,
Sometimes, I feel the urge...