'Buzzington Bee' needs saving...don't you think?
Has a request for thee
Drink a drop of your favourite tea
Spin around times twenty three
Tap a tune on your knee,
Whilst he turns these flowers into honey.
They die: Flowers, plants, the hive
None can stay alive
Whilst the humans strive
Taking it all, their own prize
Is the price of this irksome hive’s life.
Close your eyes, now you can’t see
Poor little buzzington bee
Dancing his request: ‘Come and save me’
Plant some flowers, plant some trees,
Its’ not too late