POEM - 2: THE UN-AIRABLE FLIGHTNESS OF BEE-ING
If bees obeyed our laws of flight
They couldn’t fly, by day or night
But they can and do, these flighty bees
‘Cos honey doesn’t grow on trees.
Their wings aren’t too small for whatever they weigh.
They're off to get pollen. Hive a nice day!
They know where they’re going, and how to get home.
One more sunny day, one more filled honeycombe.
So the bees flout our law. Ev'ry hive shows defiance.
They’ve issued a swarming, eschewing compliance.
If I were a lawyer and bees were my clients,
I’d say at their trial, “Man knows nothing of science.”