A collegue who is amused at me (specifically)taking up Bee Keping sent me this
old Glasgow song/poem about bee keeping - For Your Reading Pleasure (needs to be in a 'Glasgae' accent so apologies to those who think its just bad grammer!!!

It was down in the old town of EFFIN
An EFFIN bee keeper was he
And one day this EFFIN bee keeper
Was stung by a big EFFIN bee.

Now the big EFFIN bee Keeper man
For the big EFFIN polis he ran
For everyone knows that no one can help
Like a big EFFIN polisman can.

Now the big EFFIN polis acted quickly
And ran down the main EFFIN Street
With a big EFFIN baton in one hand
And big EFFIN boots on his feet.

The big EFFIN polisman grabbed the big EFFIN bee
And twisted the EFFIN bees wings
But the big EFFIN bee, got its 'ain back
Cause the big EFFIN bee had two stings

Now they're both in the EFFIN museum
And EFFIN folk often come see
The remains of the big EFFIN polis
Who was stung by the BIG EFFIN BEE

(Words courtesy of Matt McGinn)