I was just getting comfy, in my warm quilted pillow filled bed

Dreaming and snoring together, there was a buzzing in my head

Before dinner it was warm, so I took a swim into the cool lake

Could it be the last glass of red wine, or that certain cup cake

Flashing bright lights, were floating inside my troubled sleepy head

That certain bee like buzz, was getting louder the noise I do dread

When my midnight eyes finally opened, it seemed I was not alive

The buzzing that I heard was not in my head, but in the Queens hive