Buzzy as a Bee

Bzz, goes the bee,
It's really very busy,
Or buzzy, if you be
Like the busy bee, fuzzy.

The bee, the queen, she flits
From one task to the next,
And on her throne she sits
Her ruling muscle flexed.

But when she's not ruling,
she's usually flying around.
Making schedules, planning schooling,
Her feet never touch the ground.

But in the end, when the sun has slept,
The little queen finds rest
From all the tasks around her kept.
Her king's the task she loves best.