Once upon a time there was a duck
And the duck thought it was in luck
When it saw a tiny little bee
Buzzing in a nearby tree.
For the duck saw a chance
To show that it could advance
Into higher planes above the lake
Wherefrom it had been born a drake.
However, the bees in the tree
Had other ideas, you see.
The bees saw the duck
As a great chance to suck….
Suck what? I hear you say!
Ah, well, the bees could not pay
For the new nest they were creating
So the duck was definitely worth bating.
The tiny bees flew out of the tree
And began to sting the duck, you see.
So the duck quacked and quacked
And far away from the lake it flapped!
So the bees then drank from the lake
And stung any beast that came near to drink
And they quenched their thirst when it was sunny
So they could then to create lots and lots of honey.
The morale of this tiny fable that you all can take,
Is that however much a duck wants to rise up from the lake,
The little bees from the tree have other ideas that’ll mean, you see,
The duck can never elevate itself into the trees like a bee!