What were your impressions Lone
Well my little bee, she's got a bad case of the blues,
My little bee, she's down with the honey bee blues,
She might get varroa, and that's just bad bad news.
My bee's cryin and she used to buzz just fine,
Yeah my bee's weepin, her stripes used to shine
Now they're so pale, you can hardly see one line.
Poor little bee, she's gone off her flowers,
Sad little honey bee, she won't touch those flowers,
She used to love nectar, sucked it up for hours.
She went to the hive, handed her notice in
Down on her knees, said she won't buzz again,
That Varroa destructor, he's so big and mean.
Her mamma said, "Varroa, he sure can bite,
Mean old varroa, I know he sure can bite,
But we don't know if he will
, we only know he mite