The bees started fighting Over what I just don’t know One threw a sneaky punch Then they all had a little go Yellow and black in tandem Buzzing round the bar Stinging, punching and biting Oh how very very bizarre A glass went crash A plate when whack Mr Sting slumped to the floor As the chair bounced of his back The bee police were called in All riot shields and batons of wood To separate the warring gangs As only they really could They threw in the tear gas And tasered many a bee The trouble they dealt with in no time And then home for some milk and honey