The Queen Bee

There once was a paper in a little town,
Who wrote upbeat news as the city melt down.
“Keep it happy and chirpy, the editor said.
make sure we don’t offend the “Queen Bee...”

The Queen Bee’s on her throne and she’s not alone,
her court has shot glasses in hand.
“All hail to the Queen, who we know is not mean,
her booze is the best in the land.”

The police are in bars ignoring wrecked cars,
as drunks careen down the highways.
The Chief doesn’t care as he sits in his chair,
thinking of the Queen’s chocolate soufflés.

Off in the night, citizens sleep in their beds,
unsure of what the morning may bring.
Their town that they love suffers bad moral health,
and there’s no leader in place to provide zing.