Bee and Bluebonnet

So work the honey-bees;

Creatures, by a rule in nature teach

The art of order to a peopled kingdom.

They have a king and officers of sorts;

Where some, like magistrates, correct at home;

Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad;

Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings,

Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds;

Which pillage they, with merry march, bring home,

To the tent royal of their emperor;

Who, busied in his majesty, surveys

The singing masons building roofs of gold;

The civil citizens kneading up the honey;

The poor mechanic porters crowding in

Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate;

The sad-ey'd justice, with his surly hum,

Delivering o'er to executors pale

The lazy yawning drone.

- William Shakespeare

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