'Busy Bee', a poem by Buddy Black

'Busy Bee'
a poem by BuddyBlack

My honey
Bees...
Are all
Abuzz, They're
Flitting
To and
Fro'.
So happy
They
To see
The sun,
And rid
Of ice,
And snow.
Their house
A mess,
The worker
Bees,
Are busy
Sweeping floors,
And every
Bee
Has been
Assigned
A his,
Or her
Bee chore.
The scouts
Are out,
But soon
Are back
As if
They're in
A trance,
And do
Their little
Whirlygig,
They call
The 'Honey
Dance'.
Soon the
Combs
Will overflow,
With honey
To their
Knees.
I'm glad
To see
The air
Is full,
Of busy
Little
Bees.