#6 - Waggle Dance

And, when I click my fingers and transform,

I turn into a humble bumble bee. 

My hive of stripey sisters keep me warm. 

It is a pleasure to be aliform 

with pockets for my nectar on my knees.

And, when I click my fingers and transform

we are a colony, a tender swarm,

a buzzing, but benign community.

My hive of stripey sisters keep me warm.

I have no need to please or to perform,

with this, my ready-made society. 

And, when I click my fingers and transform

my bumble jumble helps me dodge the storms. 

A palace in the hollow of a tree;

my hive of stripey sisters keep me warm.

and so, I’ll proudly wear our uniform –

all apidae in solidarity.

And, when I click my fingers and transform,

my hive of stripey sisters keep me warm.

LM

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