about.bee

Me, the Bee

I am a black bee.
Look at me! Bee amazed! Bee scared! Bee in awe!

Why do I need to present myself? Well, because I'm a god damn black bee. Look at my fur. It's black. Look at my awesome jawline. I look really freaking cool.

About

So, I'm a black bee (cerpenter bee) from Wiener Neustadt, Austria. I am about half a year old and have broken wings. I can't remember how I broke them, but this does not make me less cool.

Hard Facts

First Name	Bee
Last Name	Bee
Occupation	Bee
Age	1/2 Year
Home	Wiener Neustadt, AT

What's with the Bees, eh?

Let me drop some knowledge about bees.

They can fly
They have a sting
Some produce honey
They keep humans alive

Additionally, here my top list of bees (Apidae only):

Carpenter Bee
Honey Bee
Bumblebee
Thyreus
Melecta

Bees are truly magnificent.

Poems

Hell yeah, Poems!!!

Finally, to fill up this page, here some poems about bees:

The Bee - Emily Dickinson(1830-1886)

Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry

Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.

His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.

His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!

Bees - Norman Rowland Gale (Unknown)

You voluble,
Velvety
Vehement fellows
That play on your
Flying and
Musical cellos,
All goldenly
Girdled you
Senerade clover,
Each artist in
Bass but a
Bibulous rover!

You passionate,
Powdery
Pastoral bandits,
Who gave you your
Roaming and
Rollicking mandates?
Come out of my
Foxglove; come
Out of my roses
You bees with the
Plushy and
Plausible noses!

The Bee-Boy's Song - Rudyard Kipling (Unknown)

Bees! Bees! Hark to your bees!
"Hide from your neigbours as much as you please,
But all that has happened, to us you must tell,
Or else we will give you no honey to sell!"

A maiden in her glory,
Upon her wedding - day,
Must tell her Bees the story,
Or else they'll fly away.
Fly away -- die away --
Dwindle down and leave you!
But if you don't deceive your Bees,
Your Bees will not deceive you.

Marriage, birth or buryin',
News across the seas,
All you're sad or merry in,
You must tell the Bees.
Tell 'em coming in an' out,
Where the Fanners fan,
'Cause the Bees are just about
As curious as a man!

Don't you wait where the trees are,
When the lightnings play,
Nor don't you hate where Bees are,
Or else they'll pine away.
Pine away -- dwine away --
Anything to leave you!
But if you never grieve your Bees,
Your Bees'll never grieve you.