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Save the Bees before they disappear off the planet

We are fleas on the back of a dog
And as the dog eats
And as the dog plays
And as the dog barks
We follow willy nilly
Right to the grave

We are butterflies in a hurricane
And as the hurricane swirls
And as the hurricane ravages
And as the hurricane gives havoc
We follow like those chosen to be in a firing squad
to stand against the wall.

We are bees with no hive
And as the hive dies
And as the hive is foreclosed
And as the hive is marooned and made desolate
We follow the mindless
towards the actual point of brain death

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