Confused Bee Enthusiast and the Dread of Colony Collapse Disorder

While sitting watching telly, late last Thursday night

I heard some tragic news, which gave me an awful fright.

The disappearance of the B, vanishing across the land.

"Who really cares though?" I thought and I dismissed it out of hand.

But then they made another point that made me jolt awake,

About the colonies we’d lose and just what was at stake.

Cause then  it got me thinking, exactly what we’d lose

If all the colonies we had would soon become old news.

India and Bangladesh, Ireland and Oz

And little Fiji out at sea, its as if it never was.

And all because the B was lost, gone from our alphabet,

It seemed so strange, I was confused and I then began to fret.

For Bobby Charlton, Benny Hill and Alexander Graham Bell,

Would be erased from history as if vanished by a spell.

The Bacon Butties, Beer and Beans would never touch our lips

Fantastic for cholesterol  and wonders for our hips.

But culturally our foods not great at the very best of times,

With Boveril and Battered Bars, all culinary crimes.

And Beacons of our great  empire, the BBC and old Big Ben,

Would not stand up for Brittishness , We’d be off to sea again.

Even us, our country, our very name Britain,

Would be gone forever, lost it seems, as if it were never written

And Blur, Kate Bush and David Bowie would never touch our ears.

Imagine if the Beatles had not been with us all those years?

So yes I guess its not a shock, the British empire's in collapse.

We’ll have to write to all the schools and change all of the maps.

We underestimate you little B, and all the things you do

I hope its not too late dear friend and that we may rescue you.