I am an Amegilla bee,
A cute Kenyan bug, born and bred,
But detached from my family.
My wife won't let me in her bed.
The Missus built her home sweet nest.
At night with the young'uns she's there.
But for me to get any rest,
I am stuck with the guys elsewhere,
Usually on some hangout stem,
To get some shut eye - I've got a bunch.
My family - I do miss them.
They're in my dreams, is my best hunch.
Why? I once asked this of my wife.
She said it's just the way of life.
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