Let Her Bee

If ever you thought a bee lacked power,
Clearly you've never spoken with a flower.
The bumbler bumbles in ways most fascinating
To keep our flowers continually pollinating.

When a bee returns to her home hive,
She tells her friends, in a dancing jive,
Where they may too find the floral blooms
And then they follow their noses to the floral fumes.

Without my honeybee, I'd never have fruit,
And each flower would be less of a beaut.
So be thankful that those yellow and black bugs
Zigzagging their way to flowers, deserving a toast from your mugs.

Never underestimate a creature so small,
Because it's not a little, insignificant things at all.
If we didn't have bees, sure, we'd have fewer stings,
But we'd also have a significant depletion in the area of floral things.