If Earth should ever chance to lose the bee
There’d be such trouble as your nightmares bring.
For many of the plants we now can see
Could not exist. Think how that blow would sting.
So we should cherish those who keep the hive
Beneath their nets in beeyards day on day.
In truth these people keep our hopes alive
There is no praise too lofty we could say.
They risk a thousand stings to tend the queen,
Her buzzing army and her workers too.
So they can carry pollen in between
The plants that will give food for me and you.
While tiny beasts give of their precious time
To make the honey that tastes so sublime.