Bees gather their honey
It is their honey already
The pollen.
They have a singular focus.
They let you be there
If you too are about honey
If you have paid respect to the queen
And you can listen and feel it
Hummm... rummmm... hummmm
Hum rum Hum...
The beating of their wings
The bees kiss
To his mistress
Who wears her hair wound back into a (velvet) crown.
Drummm
The bees hovering dance
Oh for a
Beeeees....ease........beeeeees....ease
Bees ease
Hum rum hummm
Hummm
Rumm
The bees hovering
Dance
Drummm
Busy at their honeying
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
A Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
It goes to the crown |
