By some believed, when one had died, the bees had to be told
Or umbridge taken, they would leave, not liking being ignored
Id never heard that tale before, before an exhibition I went to see
For all I knew I know now what I didn’t, a legend, a belief about the bee.
We panic in these modern days, with chemicals and pesticides
The bees are dying, to save them we are trying, nature her time she bides
Perhaps in the time of busy society when success and riches mankind is seeking
The bees are merely getting up and leaving us all, for to them we are not speaking?