Formation Bees Poem by Richard Lee

Formation bees
They have no eyes
So what's the point
You may surmise

Well if bees declared
To turn all random
And fly around
In gay abandon

Then bees would be
And it's a fact
A whirling, jiving
Cabaret act

Bees in straight lines
And bees in circles
Some going quite slow
While others hurtle

They'd be bruised bees
Quite black and blue
Not black and yellow
As is their due

So, as you see
While bees are blind
Formation bees
You'll always find

They'll stay quite tight
In two's and three's
While wafting gently
On the breeze.