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Bee Zoo Bee

It was eight in the morning
The sun was shining
Little Bee-Zoo-Bee was packing
It was his first assignment in collecting


Queen bee called him last night
Gave him a certificate of bright white
He was appointed under a special knight
For his appraisable skill at sight and might

Little Bee-Zoo-Bee was kissed by his mother
And was hugged by his proud father
There is nothing left for them to bother
They stared at the happy pair as he left along with his brother

In the main hall all the worker bees gathered
As the siren rang together they dispersed
Where was his brother? Bee Zoo wondered
“Follow me Bee Zoo Bee”, master bee thundered

Bee zoo followed his master to the north east
Master was an expert in treating his trainees to a feast
They landed on the garden of a priest
It was a heaven on earth but for a barking beast

Bee zoo followed master in sucking the honey
He observed how his brave army looked so tiny
He sucked one two three and became cranny
He wondered how everyone could suck so many

“Run back to the hive Bee Zoo”, master cried
He instantly knew that if he did not he died
Within no time he was buzzing in the path they trailed
His hive was nearing as he felt his trail subside

He tried his best to recall his classes
No, this was something out of the prescribed courses
Come on Bee Zoo he adjusted his glasses
But all he could witness was complex signal traces

He prayed for his crew to return
The team would know if they lost one of their brethren
The jammed signals meant only one thing, “Run”
What if the hive was under destruction?

“Oh Bee Zoo what can you do?
You can neither turn nor move”
The signals built a complicated groove
He could neither yell nor roove 

Slowly Bee Zoo felt the nectar take effect
His wings lost them rhyming effect
He felt his heart beat under defect
He knew the ending was not perfect

As Bee Zoo held his arms to his choking throat
He studied the signal that struck his heart
It was a telephone signal that connected the globe
Killing the unborn much before they tighten their first robe

Much before the signal reaches its other end
Bee Zoo knew his life would end
“We are the future”, he decoded the message
He smiled at the ignorant humans who would soon follow his passage.




















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