Dave Bidini

There are bees, there are bees everywhere

Amorphous yellow light

Bellbottomed trousers striped

Afraid to touch, too cool to beg

We are the workers of the world

We are bees, we are bees everywhere

The buzzing of our wings

Melancholy of our kings

Araid to touch, too cool to beg

We are the workers of the world

And truth is all I have for you to stay

The pollen that we love, she sniffed away

We are bees, we are bees everywhere