I found this and had to share. This little rhyme is by Lady_Oolong.
A mostly non-spoilery hint guide to magical bees…in rhyme.
To start out in the arcane way,
find a hero to save the day.
Though if a hero can’t be brought,
royalty is what should be sought.
First face off against the fire
to find the devil you desire
Then travel to the ends of the earth
to find a mate of incalculable worth.
Take the sum of both these parts,
and you’re on your way in arcane arts.
Against forces unseen, be brave,
You’ll chance upon an uncommon knave.
From your duties, never shirk,
know well the value of hard work.
Charm with bravery goes a long way;
Enchantments work by night or day;
The supernatural path is yours
when both together open doors.
To crystallize what you have earned,
there are things you will have to learn.
With the knowledge you attain,
meld the supernatural with arcane.
The other elements you want to find
are in the book, so expand your mind.
If lore is what you wish to find,
The arcane student must apply their mind.
Learn enchantment and embrace the tome,
a library they call their home.
If this arcane path a pupil will take,
Genius will follow the scholar’s wake.
What monsters skulk in this mystery?
You might wish to ask the desert bee.
Down the sinister path are eyes of red,
Down the unseen path is a gossamer thread
Which leads to the world of the fearsome fey
whom with ancestors refined, don’t act that way.
Down the lean path is the belfry for where the bell tolls,
Down the driest path are the tears of tormented souls.
If the height of power you would dwell,
Face off, you must, both heaven and hell.
From hell, the demon, the glowing bee,
From heaven, the garden of the forbidden tree.
From both these forces, make one whole:
A bee that knows the depths of your soul.
Into this empty vessel, deign
to teach it knowledge of the arcane.
For further steps on the path to flower,
commune with heaven in places of power:
In the stone circle with the angry fey,
By the glimmering tree in the shade of day,
And the last in any place suitably bright,
But only with vis on a half-lit night.
There’s a traveler who seeks what’s just,
whom often lies yet we always trust.
Eternally laboring with the magic of time,
A kingly figure, the last of his line.
Find then, when none may fail to speak true
The truth of the unanswerable question: Who?