We bee honey bees from the hive,
At the Farm in Lincoln Park Zoo.
Just a few weeks we bee alive
To buzz about for honey do.
When we find a good flower spot,
We give location of the plants.
A flapping wings we bee a lot,
In what is called a waggle dance.
Pollen and nectar bee brought back,
Each trip carry half our weight.
We bee sisterhood with a knack
Of beeing in a buzzy state.
To the red barn you bee welcome
To visit our sweet queendom.
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Verily, a honey bee and hive are great examples for human beings.