I've was reading E.B. White's The Second Tree From The Corner when I ran across Song of a Queen Bee, first published in The New Yorker in 1945. I tried to do it justice by altering my reading of the main poem to approximate my notion of a "ravishing, rollicking, young queen bee." White, by the way, was fired from the Seattle Times in 1923, after working there just 11 months. By 1927, he had joined the staff of The New Yorker, where he remained for the next six decades.
Below is a linked image that, now having deeply reflected on this matter of queen bee sex, seems a metaphor for all that is wrong with the scientific age.
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