BEE Biology

Whenever I fly, I hear the buzz-
Queen’s the jazziest ever wuzz
(My hive is jive, my wax poetic.)

Those worker bees are wannabeeszz—
but they lack female expertezz
(It’s so pathetic; they’re all ascetic.)

My retinue’s a swarm of droneszz—
controlled by my pheromoneszz
(a secret chemical cosmetic.)

They all know how to fertilizezz—
but guyszzare useless otherwisezz
(And that viewpoint is sympathetic.)

I tell each he’szz my soul mate.
Come on boyszz!!!—Let’s pollinate.
(I’m no bee slut. It’s just genetic.)

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Listen to Bee’s therapy session with the school shrink.

Bee Biology music and vocals by Marisa Michelson.