| Bumble bee....Bumble bee...Oh how you rumble thee. You leave the hive in search of honey. You work for free, you don't need money. Black and Yellow your colors are true. You have little bee legs and little bee shoes. Remember when we met that day? I had some chores and couldn't stay. Oh, how I treasure that 8 minutes alone. You took me to meet the Queen on her throne. If I had to choose a very best friend. It would be you little bee...until the end. |