Oh
maybe to bee
Busy and content
Working not thinking
Happily spent
Sisters the many
The hive to belong
Brothers though few
The buzz be my song
Roles be the several
Queen be the one
The food be the sweet
The king on the run
Complex be the sight
Simple be the life
Cloned be all aright
Be no colony strife
Be wearing out quickly
Wings to barely fly
Long be the work
Short be the good bye
But no maybee not
Me old Thinkalot
There’s too much of me
To forget me blessed lot
