Bottled Honey

Three times I roamed the world,

Flower to flower, round and round,

All the hard work,

Worker bee, no back talk,

Committed to my queen,

My house from a distance be seen,

Sweet nectar I stored,

All my companions adored,

Then you came near,

Hive was torn, I shed no tear,

You got my honey,

You sold it, made some money,

Homeless, me and my troop,

Oh human, no it’s not my poop.

All for one kilogram of it,

But yes, you ate my spit.