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You may regret a false sense of entitlement...
The King of Bees looked out acrossThe world below the hiveSaw the ants upon the groundScurry to survive
I amAnd always shall remainThe King of BeesKing of Bees
The King of Bees saw days grow longAnd drowsed throughout the SpringSurrounded by a thousand workersTending to their king
How good to beAnd always to remainThe King of BeesKing of Bees
The King of Bees felt Winter flowFrom giant eyes to wingAnd died aloneFodder for the ants call no one king
Nevermore to beNothing remainsThe King of BeesKing of Bees