It's the Bees
It's the bees that makes us normal.
It's the bees that make things right.
It's the bees that makes the honey, we eat on
Saturday night.
It's the honey cone I love to eat and lick, when
the bees are not aound.
For they will sting you awful, if they catch you
near their grounds.
Copyright © Marilyn Williams | Year Posted 2017
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