The Uneducated O.A.P

Its Spring, Time for Love

I\'m flying like a bee

Above a flower sea

I need some nectar on my glands

But the hives are closed

Where the a queen bee grows

Breathlessly, I\'m waiting to land


I like to survey the plot

Find a vacant lot 

Seek out some mutual satisfaction

Need the thrill of the chase

Hands on my mace

Be consumed by female interaction


Fed up with the twist

The flick of the wrist

I want to dance the Lindy Hop

Want to see her flirt

Really work her skirt

To see who comes out on top