To bee or not to bee?
I am a loyal worker bee
I do not serve the likes of me
There is more merit to my life
For all my youth
I serve the hive
I am a cheery worker bee
I do not feel the misery
In which I note some others writhe
I am content
I serve the hive
I am an eager worker bee
I rise at 6, and break at 3
And when I leave the place at 5
It is complete
I serve the hive
I am a focused worker bee
It's only sometimes that I see
That despite my innate drive
There's little else
But serve the hive
I am a fearful worker bee
I can't afford what you call 'free'
And so I can never strive
For anything
But serve the hive
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