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.