Bees, bees, bees, what a peculiar sight,

In the golden glow of the warm sunlight.

A swarm of honey bees takes to the air,

In a frenetic dance, they leave their lair.

It all began with a royal decree,

Two queens in the hive, creating a frenzy,

The colony was bustling with life anew,

Only one-half of the bees knew what to do.

Abuzz in a cloud, aswirl wild and free,

Awaiting the reign of the queen-to-be.