The bees in the trees are wheedling for fees.
Willis wondered what the hell I was talking about.
“There are creatures from the apiary
up in the flora seeking recompense
for financial transactions,” I said.

“What sort of financial transactions?”
Willis asked.
I suggested we ask the bees.
“We’re trying to get better rates for our services,”
one of the many bee agents buzzing around explained,
“We pollinate a variety of crops, like cucumbers,
watermelons, okra, pumpkins -”
“- eggplant?” I added.
“I skip eggplant, because I don’t like it.” said the bee.
“Anyway,
we want better rates.
“So why’re you doing your business in the trees?”
“That’s where the birds are.”
Willis looked at me. I looked at Willis.
Pretty obvious, when you think about it.

I don’t know how the negotiations went.
I hope the bees got their due.
At least I know what all the buzz was about.