Hey little pumpkin, you’re late to seed
But never mind we’ll plant and see.
“Hey what’s this?” Says the solitary bee
There he goes, and he lands on me.
But it all goes black, and the bee can’t see.
He crawls around on the upright ground
He can’t get out and he can’t find air.
So he stings my back, when I’m un-prepared.
The pain ain’t bad, and I didn’t even howl
But the bee is trapped between my shirt and back.
BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ
His wings fast howl.
He’s scraping skin, with scathing claws.
Making my skin feel red raw,
The shirt comes off
And the bee buzzes off.
Sit’s on the sill and is waiting to die
Oh little bee, my backs all red
You’ve not only stung me, your legs dug in me.
Oh little bee I’d avoided it much
27 years before I’ve been stung by your touch.
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