You never can tell with bees.
If the bee disappeared off the face of the earth, man would only have four years left to live.
So on one hand, honey is an amazingly sophisticated and efficient food source. On the other hand, it's bee backwash.
It takes a bee 10,000,000 trips to collect enough nectar to make 1 pound of honey.
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!
You gotta imagine what's never been.
If there's a buzzing-noise, somebody's making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you're a bee.
Here come the hum the golden bees
Underneath full blossomed trees,
At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned.
In Tarzan I only had to worry about the bees
About every two minutes a new wave of planes would be over. The motors seemed to grind rather than roar, and to have an angry pulsation like a bee buzzing in blind fury.
The bees learn where they live by landmarks. If they're moved within their home range, they get confused.
The solitary Bee Whose buzzing was the only sound of life, Flew there on restless wing, Seeking in vain one blossom where to fix.
There are certain pursuits which, if not wholly poetic and true, do at least suggest a nobler and finer relation to nature than we know. The keeping of bees, for instance.
Bees work for man, and yet they never bruise
Their Master's flower, but leave it having done,
As fair as ever and as fit to use;
So both the flower doth stay and honey run.
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, -
The little bee returns with evening's gloom, To join her comrades in the braided hive, Where, housed beside their might honey-comb, They dream their polity shall long survive.
The Bee Gees no longer exist.
Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.
The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved, in a tear of the sisters of Phaeton, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar. It has obtained a worthy reward for its great toils; we may suppose that the bee itself would have desired such a death.
I was always the one left behind. Out in the streets, when they saw me they'd say, That's just one of the Bee Gees.
The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy.
It was a great thing to be a human being. It was something tremendous. Suddenly I'm conscious of a million sensations buzzing in me like bees in a hive. Gentlemen, it was a great thing.
The wild Bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing,
Now in a lily cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering.
O bees, sweet bees!" I said; "that nearest field Is shining white with fragrant immortelles Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells.
In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true
From pois'nous herbs extracts the healing dew?
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