The fly is eater of the dead
And with flies begets disease
The bee loves beauty and it's said
Makes sweet and light for men and bees.
The fly is pest - and pestilence
But is rarely feared
The bee is a fierce and furry lance
Whose home is rarely neared!
The flies the rotten creatures clear
So leave them to their rot;
But keep the bee and keep her dear
But never at her swat.
a postscript is here written:
orthodixie elder paisios bee