Honey

Few things in nature are as sweet and sound

As a buzzing bee's honey found all year round.

So mysterious it is with all different types

It's one of those things that live up to its hypes.

Isn't it cruel how we steal from the bees-

Their delicious hard work right from their trees.

We keep them in boxes and smoke them to sleep-

And their own sticky nectar is ours to keep.

Awful as it is we will never stop

As it seems to bee-

Upon my tongue there lay a drop-

Of irrisistable golden honey.