Spring is in the air
Birds chirping everywhere
But, where are the bees
Are they all frozen in their hives?
Or hibernating with the bear
They say it's a tragedy
That's taking place
Monoculture cropping! Oh giddy! !
Makes it all so boring for them
They all want a variety of taste
So off they go in search of more
Variety to titillate their taste
And win favour with their queens
How will they know where to go?
To where sunflower fields are aglow
Or where wild flowers reign
On the mountain sides
Where no poisons are sprayed
To kill off pests and mites
That kills them too with their residue
Humans take note
The poisons you spray
Come back to you in no small way
In the nectar you harvest
When you raid their hives
It will harm your young
As it killed theirs and most of them
Before they found their way home
Disoriented and died
Of the poisons you spray
9th Dec 2013
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