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Don't like when bees sting! |
| A little Yellow Bee, had landed on my knee Oh, Gosh! I hope he doesn't sting me He swarmed my tree, and now I see three The three buzzed my flowers, and then came the showers I wish the three would flee,but more flew into that thar honey tree Honeysuckle dripping goo, oh I'm afraid they are not done with you Oh, please! yellow bee let me be, I don't want you after me I don't want to swell like a big balloon, while you swarm over head And watch me swoon,I just want to be left free So you better fly back to your tree |