Bees Knees
Bees Knees
In the trees, bugs that hum and sing.
Can you believe that?
What a crazy thing?
(bugs) Some hop and jump, others just fly.
Bees… sing,
what a special, special thing!
Humming songs to the flowers,
all over the world,
singing words unheard,
except by the very young,
and the very old.
Without them this world will die.
Their song… sweetly, softly dissipates…
Bees, have a secret.
They know the words to the hymns,
of heaven.
Listen.
(if you can)
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