Do not enter. There is no point for your miscalculations here. A bee cannot force its way into a tightly sealed jar. With such a pace, my brother and I cannot dance to your buzz. So do not thank us, for we do not send our thanks just like that. Apologies. Apologies. Do not come closer. Barbed wires are our daily bread. And we know no reason for you to be spared of this kind of misery, or is it, really? Do not say that I did not give you a warning. We do not like to buzz around. It is not our task to milk or make honey. When you hear the jazz, louder and louder, cover your mouth.
A “Restricted Area” sign