One that puts into the Wax or Nest,
In Honeybees trap or Hornet’s, lest;
And then comes the Wasp in the net,
Whose Love stings more than Bee’s gest!
But what Drone does, is a mere affair,
They fight for the one in hive or in air;
As none knows who truly sacrificed,
Whilst Workers serve Queen, & time flies.
Yet, if a Queen Bee thinks to leave a hive,
Where She can’t think more of Life inside;
To leave last love Stinger of her body & mind,
Unlike drones, who fell even in the light! :)