The Better Bee:

The Bumblebees first bees up, large and clumsy just their luck.
They jump to their wings with furry coats, that covers their bodys and legs just so.
Out the window the Queen bee looks, spring times near it's time to book.
Weather still cool but it's okay, their thick coats will show the way.
Yellow and black the gentle bee, very social rarely stings.
Queen bee says it's time to go, were first ones out each year you know.
All worker bees line the floor, all make bee-lines for the door.
First ones out last ones in, The Better Bee of all their kin.
They viberate to buzz pollinate, not one flower that they hate.
The bumblebees world"s most efficient, with flowers and pollen they make a dent.
Their long tongues extract the nectar, the more they get then all is better.
When cold sets in all the other bees, head to the hive before they freeze.
The bumblebees with their heavy coats, they got one more month that they can gloat.
The honeybees are fast asleep, when the bumblebees slow their feet.
All make their way to their cones, one by one they're finally home.
Fast asleep cause they all know, they're the first ones up and first to go.
To all mankind they're the bumblebee, but to Mother Nature they're The Better Bee.