Taken?
It is time to give back.
Wax, propolis and honey.
And if you had to become a viper?
Whatever anyone may say,
You may consider me one too,
Use her
For your needs.

A hardworking little fly flew,
Wore her wings down. Did not complain,
A drop of honey — not a little.
She gathered nectar,
And by stinging, she healed.

And the snake wore herself out,
Swallowed dust,
And everyone only dreamed of her end.
Yet even she proved needed:
Like the bee, she yielded her venom.
She frightened,
For she taught us to fear.
Take all of her — for a strap.