O pleasure, a deep well of nectar your creamy throat
Fluted like a golden trumpet toy.
Your luscious nuggets of yellow dust our hurried feet,
As we become sweetly knee deep.
We buzz a vibrato hum. Carefully, make we our love notes
With each wing beat of gathering joy.
Your graceful tendrils entwined our tiny hearts with gifts.
Complete in our mission with bounty we lift
And homeward sing your praise.
— The End —