Mc1r Mutation Station 3: One With the Bees
When I stand in the woods amidst the trees
My vibrant head ablaze with copper red
They come to me, I am one with the bees
Circled by buzzing right down to my knees
Here for my genes not ones made of thread
When I stand in the woods amidst the trees
Bursting with self produced vitamin D's
Thinking perhaps I am flower instead
They come to me, I am one with the bees
In the grace if the forests wistful breeze
I bumble along to where they've been led
When I stand in the woods amidst the trees
Slowly I crouch down to leaves where I freeze
Striped black and yellow, I'm still in their stead
They come to me, I am one with the bees
Truly no times more uplifting than these
Drawn to strand petals atop my red head
When I stand in the woods amidst the trees
They come to me, I am one with the bees
I read bees are attracted to redheads, possibly think they are a flower. A nice thought...
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