“Ya like jazz?”
A voice, sweet like the honey he creates
In vision, a miniscule busy bee
In vocals, a simple young man
His little arms leaning on sky blue foil
His puny legs crossed c***ily
Eyes wide in the wonder of the world before him
A misjudged bee is he
With fluttering wings so small
His fat little body shouldn’t lift from the ground
But he flies on anyways
Despite what us humans think impossible
He does a lot for his kind
Creating rights in the human world
Giving honey back to its creators
But in this way he changes the world
Bright and colorful tulips wither
Pollination no more with lazy bees
His mistakes are fixed in the end
Human and bee together
All because of one Barry B