Queen Bee – a children’s poem
Queen Bee
(children’s poem)
I’d like to sit
still and serenely
But I can’t
I’m the Queen Bee.
A Queens work
is never through
there is always
something to do.
I’m laying eggs
and filling cells
and letting out
my secret smells.
I make sure
the hive is clean
and not littered
with perils unseen.
I caught Veroa
the other week
glucoside syrup
fixed me a treat.
But all of this
has its cost,
Oh! How I wish
I was born a wasp.
Copyright Pagan Paul (16/06/16)