“Children, children, children, children,
children, children, chil—‘ said the Queen bee.
‘What on earth is going on this morning?
I made up your sandwiches, filled you all a flask, and all I ask is a little peace and quiet – and it’s just chaos!
“It’s bedlam!” cried the Queen bee/
“Well, ma’am…” said one particularly brave worker bee, “it’s our beehive, you see.”
“And what is wrong with the beehive?”
“Well… it seems to be perched upon the top of somebody’s head!”
