When you buy a queen bee, she comes in a tiny cage sealed with sugar candy, that her attendant bees will eat their way through to gain access to her. I bought an Italian queen when I got my bees, who are doing fine after their
day out in the grass.
Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
- From Shakespeare's The Tempest
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