Buzz, Buzz, Buzz
If I was a busy bee, in striped jumper, buzzing free
gathering pollen as I go, from pretty flowers, all in a row.
Then I would sing a joyous song, smiling and happy as I zip along.
Legs now laden with my load it’s time for me to hit the road, to safe home and honey pot.
Hiving my treasure yields great pleasure and in waxy vaults of golden hue,
sunshine\'s stored with morning dew.
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz