You are so right, I am amazed.
Anyhow, I wrote this poem about 40 years ago and for some reason, it seems to be "apres pos" now
Honey
The bee treats the pollen
With tenderness and care
Softly, gently
Flies it thru the air
Deep within the beehive
A work of love’s begun
Ardously, silently
Honey has been spun
Such is nature’s lesson
To show us what is right
Easily, naturally
A result that’s "out of sight"
For now we must remember
How honey comes to be
Lovingly and patiently
Mother's given us the key