Goodbye Bees

Sitting in the honeycomb hive,

Struggling to survive.

They have an actual brain

So stay in your lane.

Bees are the gift of life,

Allowing us to strife.

They pollinate our land,

Allowing us to stand.

Oh, little bees are you okay?

Are you in dismay?

We are all in doom

And will end with a boom.

The days of the end are near,

Everyone is in fear.

The crops fail

And the last of us starve.