And when she hums, a honey bee comes
Sniffing the scent of her nectar
A sunlit glow, his proboscis will grow
And his lips will surely entice her

She never will see that her beau is a bee
Or fear the pain of his sting
And though once she would run, today its all fun
The tongue in her bud makes her sing

07/12/2006

Posted on 07/12/2006
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