Honey the Queen bee so slender and tall, she stands under her parasol and watches them all. She holds tight to her staff with a smile on her face. She knows shes in charge of the whole bee race. "Go workers" she says, "You must get the job done, so work from daylight until the setting sun. This hive is our life , without it we’re through. So work worker bees for me and for you."
Poem Written by Gloria Collins