I will be the person others pretend to be A man that suicides as the honey-bee It dies and does not flee when it stinks It gets drunk as it dies leaving drinks Called honey! In which it sinks It is so sweet and delicious I like it, for it is obvious It is healing and a cure For he who is sick or not pure. It is just a bee! But it teaches what a Man has to be, A soldier, a humanist, not a zombie! I am a bee and if you touch my property, My honey! Make sure you’re ready for my sympathy I am so generous but I don’t give for free No one gives for free they say, even the scorpion! You always have to pay, for you’re not the champion.