There's honey dripping from the ceiling;/
There's a crack in every wall./
The books have all grown blank,/
And the authors haven't any names./
There are hives hidden in the blankets./
They buzz and twitch with hungry anxiety./
Every facet of life/
Has been chewed away by aching mouths./
You haven't moved for days/
And We are starting to worry, "is she okay?"./
We nudge you with a stick,/
And bees fly out of your clothing./
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