Our little box, this tiny room There’s only room for me and you We have to work, but when we’re not We’re making sure we save a lot Because who knows when they’ll kick the hive? And, how the hell will we survive With $100 give or take? The mother bee has sold her stake While the price of food is getting steep We pray the boss, our jobs to keep But he was not there, he never was And all is drowned out by the buzz