You are not a drone,
That you could mate,
With the Queen,
In her palace -
Be just a honeybee,
Go out and collect nectar,
From flowers far and near,
Varying in nectar,
Drop before your queen,
She will compound it,
Making it a sweet viscous food,
Storing it in your honeycomb.
Mykoul
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