The Queen Bee

Like drones in a hive

We all must serve the queen bee

She’s a goddess, a monarch

We’re the moss and she’s the tree

We march to her beat

And must always kiss her ring

What she wants, she gets

For her, an obstacle is nothing

She can do no wrong

And if she did, you’d never know

She could turn water into wine

And melt water into snow

We’ll play by her rules

Our planets revolve around her sun

A busy bee’s a happy bee

So serving her is fun.