Liquid Sweetcorn

[bridge] The word for the twenty fourth day of July is Buzz [break] [chorus] Bee to the sky, Down to the ground. Happy when it flies. Flapping all around. [verse] I think my head gave up, yesterday, because as much as I wanted to make this into a lovely happy Bee game, I really wasn't in the right mindset for doing it. [alt verse] Which is a shame, (ooh, a shame) because the buzzy bee floats around (floats around) in a wonderfully cheery way. [break] [bridge] But what could I have done? (What to do) Crazy flowers that randomly pop up? (pop) Evil wasps flying side to side? (side to side) Spikes to dislike? (such a dislike) [chorus] Bee to the sky, Down to the ground. Happy when it flies. Flapping all around. [verse] I wasn't sure, (not sure, not sure, not sure) and my head got stuck in a "which to do" mindset loop, until all of a sudden [angry] it was 11pm and I hadn't done anything. Hmmm. [break] [bridge] Well, guess that's an abandoned idea, then. Have fun playing with the bee. [chorus] Bee to the sky, Down to the ground. Happy when it flies. Flapping all around.