How busy are the bees you see
When you see bees,
If you see bees?
Are bees the bee’s knees
At being busy bees?
I used to see them daily,
Buzzing to and fro,
Watching the nipping sips
They took from flowers
When they tired
And began to slow.
Those busy bees,
Those bee’s knees,
Have they busied themselves away?
Or have their tasty flowers
Given them death’s kiss
With a pesticide wave turned stray?