In a hive of buzzing, busy bees,
Where sweetness flows from flowery lees,
A tale of irony, quite funny,
Unveils the world of golden honey.
The bees work hard, day and night,
To craft this nectar, pure and light,
Yet when it's jarred and sold for cash,
Its value soars, a sweet gold rush.
From nature's gift to currency,
A transformation, quite funny, you see,
For what was once a simple treat,
Becomes a treasure, oh so sweet.
So let's savor this irony rare,
As we spread honey, without a care,
Nature's joke in every drop,
A golden prize from a buzzing crop.
