Buzz Buzz Buzz

Tumbling bumble bees

Big fat

Wuzzy buzzy busy bumble bees

Fuzzy bumble bees

With harried pollen knees

Being careless, in air of carry of

Rich brown maple trees

foilage and leaves,

played with the breeze

Creatin’ the home of mr. Tumble bee

He loved his missus tree

He loved her yes, indeed.

For he helped her grow her curvy maple leaves.

Helping out filled him with glee

Cuz he was just a bee

And her oozy woozy sap

Stuck him on the back

Of the kind old, rold gold

Fragrant maple tree

And never left did he

From the bark of her body

He didn’t spit a fuss

Cuz she was his queen.

And he, a simple bee

Died in the arms of the brush

Didn’t mind a thing

His mind abuzz buzz buzz