11. Humble B. Bumble : Bee-for

Bee-for

I’m no social butterfly, but I buzz from flower to flower.

I talk to all as I do the rounds, but my resting face looks dour.

They think that I am feeling sad,

Even when the sun is shining on me;

They don’t see me as a buzzing bee.

They don’t see me working for The Queen.

She sits upon her majestic throne and watches us pass by.

We all seem to bee happy; the work keeps us in tune,

But one day soon, this little buzzing bee,

Will bee found staring at the moon.

The moths say they can do it;

They’re gonna fly up there one day.

They see the light and all its might;

They have big dreams, I would say.

My dreams are only small hopes;

I am not asking for the moon.

I’d like a bee to fly with, so with her I could share my jokes.

I want to make her laugh and smile;

So I would appreciate it if I could meet her soon.

I collect all the honey and build octagons;

The perfect shape to make the most of the honey we consume.

I don’t need a large pile of honey,

To build myself the future I believe I am due.

You see my heart is limited;

It only has space for two.

You and me; me and you.

The sound of my buzz is out of tune.

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