Ode to a Bumble-bee

Oh, Bumble-bee, you trouble me
you fly around so flighingly
and pollinate so thoroughly
the flowers purple.

But, Bumble-bee, I cannot see
why you work so frightfully,
when you produce no honey
delicious and golden.

Ah, Bumble-bee, to some degree
your work is but artistically
to make the world more pleasingly
a land that's filled with color.