Here are the opening stanzas of the sequel to Lizzy the Leatherback. It’s one of three books I’m working on.
The Queen of Mead
Among the insect royalty
there lives a queen named Quillabee.
Her hive does something strange indeed;
they turn their honey into mead.
I doubt you’ve ever tried the stuff;
you’re probably not old enough.
So you’ll just have to take my word
that QB’s mead is very good.
This honey-wine is made from scratch;
aged to perfection by the batch.
The ancient family recipe
includes a lot of spit from bees.
It’s not that gross, don’t barf or ralph;
you swallow lots of spit yourself.
About three gallons worth a day
but called “saliva” it’s okay.
Black Forest is the hive’s locale,
but which Black Forest I won’t tell.
I’m sworn to secrecy—here’s why;
they don’t want tourists coming by.
They serve a famous clientele
that most of you would know quite well,
of nursery rhyme celebrities
who closely guard their privacy.