The Undertaker Bees Poem by Sheena Blackhall

In the busy world of the bee
Each one has a specialised occupation
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The Royal bee, the matriarchal Queen
Lays eggs, the future of the colony
With her, the drones engage in impregnation

Workers fan the air to cool the hive
The central heating experts in situe
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Wax bees create rich honey, liquid gold
So many workers with so much to do

Others clean the cells: insect domestics
Bred to keep the combs all superswept
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The Queen's attendants' task..see she's well kept

Then there's the comb to build, there's pollen duties
Nurse bees to nanny the babies, royal jelly
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Field bees forage for water, pollen, nectar;
Guard beesmust protect the hive, stings ready

The undertaker bees drag off the dead.
The dying too, are lugged away and dropped
To keep the colony clean for those alive
The wisdom of the bees, men should adopt
Work for the good of all, with no complaint
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Each bee has the work ethic of a saint