Bees

I think that I shall never see an insect lovely as a bee. A bee whose hungry mouth is pressed to nectar, on its endless quest. Have you seen this little guy Working hard for you and me All the girls will give a shout flailing arms, trying to hide while all the guys run about some have even cried A bee that can’t see clear all day because so many eyes are in the way. A bee that may in summer wear A risky yellow, people stare. It's impossible, for him to fly But he don't care, 'cause he's a bee All the girls will give a shout flailing arms, trying to hide while all the guys run about some have even cried If you see them, please don't moan. They're important and best left alone. The bees go home at first rain to share a dance that's not in vain An insect more lovely than the bee I think that I shall never see Parodies are made by fools like me But only honey, only honey, only honey comes from the bee!