The Bee’s Knees

I came across a swarm of bees
A loud and buzzing storm of bees
A bustling busy cloud of bees
A fizzing flying shroud of bees

I stopped to watch the swarm of bees
The dark and speckled form of bees
As one they moved those rowdy bees
That queen protecting crowd of bees

Surrounded by the swarm of bees
Beneath the sun amongst the trees
It’s not a thing one often sees
I’m feeling rather pleased