Forever Amber

I'm sealed inside an amber blob,
My resin all sublime;
The nobs with whom I used to hob
Are from another time.

But I recall that golden age,
In Hope's eternal spring,
When common drones could earn their wage
Without an extra sting.

It is a national disgrace
That I should thus survive
To see some poke a nose or face
Into our holy hive.

For we are honourable bees
Who serve a honeyed queen,
And never ask for favours, fees.
Our pollen's sticky-clean.

No apiarist of any note
Possesses proper cause
To excavate from gut or throat
Bacteria or spores.

Does anyone revile our swarm?
And are we so despised?
These questions make me very warm
(Though I am fossilised).

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From the book Tony Blair reminds me of a budgie

A stingless bee trapped in amber 25 million years agohas had the spores of its bacteria revived by a Dr Cano of
California. Ted Heath berated the Nolan report's recommendations as proof that Lord Nolan did not realise "what actually goes on in this world of ours".