Recently I went on a holiday . I was able to relax my mind and muscles , breathe fresher air , exercise regularly in the morning and laugh quite a lot . It was in a such mood that these words found their way into a poem :
My dear hardworking humble bee
Buzzing among these rich flowering trees
Gathering nectar
To make those sweet honey
For those supposed royalties .
You toil and toil ;
you need no grease
Nor any oil.
You 're a marvel !
You're a joy
To those who pay a worker
For such a toil.
Don't you complain ?
You'll never receive
A fair share of what
Others , very often ,
Take away as spoils .
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