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Oh, what a glorious thing to be,
A healthy grown up busy busy bee.
Making hay while time is ripe,
Building up the honey-comb just like tripe.
I'd like to be a busy busy bee,
Being just as busy as a bee can be,
Flying all around the wild hedgerows,
Stinging all the cows upon the parson's nose!
Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee,
Buzz if you like, but you won't sting me,
Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee,
Buzz if you like, but you won't sting me!
Oh, what a glorious thing to be,
A healthy grown up busy busy bee,
Visiting the picnics quite a little tease,
Raising little lumps on the boy-scout's knees.
I'd like to be a busy busy bee,
Being just busy as a bee can be,
Flirting with the butterfly strong upon the wing,
Whooppee! O death, where is thy sting?
Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee,
Buzz if you like, but you won't sting me,
Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee,
Buzz if you like, but you won't sting me!
Oh, what a glorious thing to be,
A nice obedient busy busy bee,
To be a good bee one must contrive,
For bees in a beehive must behive.
But maybe, I wouldn't be a bee,
Bees are alright when alive you see,
But when bees die you really should see 'em
Pinned on a card in a mucky museum.
Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee,
Buzz if you like, but you won't sting me,
Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee,
Buzz if you like, but don't sting me! |