Bee poems
Why do bees do what bees do?
To confound a beekeeper or two?
With mythical numbers and secrets on comb
A queen or a worker or even a drone
Will be doing their best to escape their fine home.
Why do bees do what bees do?
Are they watching and waiting for you?
Either up in the air or your sleeve
You’re persuading them all not to leave
Are those queen cups just there to deceive?
Why do bees do what bees do?
How did honey get into my shoe?
I am wishing a harvest so sweet
Or some candles to pour out so neat
Though right now this all seems like a feat.
Why do bees do what bees do?
To confound a beekeeper or two?
If we make it to spring
I’ll have learned a new thing
But I am sure that the bees will have too.
Julie Cooper April 2011
