Bees are literally a simp society
The males can't sting, they can't pollinate
And their whole purpose in life is to go have
Sex with the queens of other nests
In the winter the females kick all the males out
And they die, thus ensuring the simp cycle of life
Honey is pretty good though
You're lost, and alone
Don't got nobody, to call your own
There's nothing, you can give
From the lonely, life you live
There's nothing, you can have
But for one thing, and only on behalf
Of workers, and your mates
The only difference, that you can make
Life it seems, is nothing but a daydream
Caught in the way, of another lonely day
You made a pact, now you see just where we're at
And we'll be, for another couple decades