🎵 THE FOLK BALLAD OF BLAGO THE BEE 🎵

Oh gather ‘round, good folks at night,

And hear this tale of fear and fright,

Of Blago Bee with eyes that gleam,

Who haunts the streets where bad hearts scheme—

Hey ho, beware the buzz,

Blago’s Law is what it does.

He drives a truck with stripes of gold,

A roaring beast both fierce and bold,

Its metal cage swings open wide

For those who cheat or push aside—

Hey ho, into the truck,

Break the rules and test your luck.

Now Blago hunts the rude and sly,

The loud chewers and the cut-in-line guy,

The midnight slammers, creeps who leer—

If he finds you, you’ll disappear—

Hey ho, step back in fear,

Blago’s wings mean doom is near.

But darker still the tale becomes

When through the night the Queen Bee hums;

Her crown a spark, her armor bright,

Her voice a warning in the night—

Hey ho, the Queen has come,

Hear the beating of her drum.

They sweep the town from dusk till dawn,

Till every wicked deed is gone;

And those they catch are marched away

To where the hive of judgment lay—

Hey ho, the hive awaits,

Where the honey seals your fates.

Inside the hive the drones all chant,

A thousand eyes that never slant,

They teach you manners, break your pride,

Till guilt is carved beneath your hide—

Hey ho, no turning back,

Once inside the world goes black.

Some leave quiet, pale with dread,

Some return with hollow head,

And some the hive keeps deep below,

Where only Blago’s workers go—

Hey ho, no one will know,

What the honeyed shadows show.

So mind your steps and watch your ways,

Respect the nights, respect the days,

For if you slip or stray too far,

You’ll hear that diesel guitar—

Hey ho, the engine’s call,

Blago’s coming for us all.

And should you feel the cold wind bite,

Or hear wings buzzing in the night…

Remember then this ancient plea:

Be kind—or face the hive’s decree—

Hey ho, sing soft and low,

Blago  ones when manners go.