The Bee Song

Oh, what a wonderful thing to be A healthy, grown-up, busy-busy bee Whiling away all the passing hours Pinching all the pollen from the cauliflowers I'd like to be a busy little bee Being as busy as a bee can be Flying around the garden, brightest ever seen Taking back the honey to the dear old queen Bzz-bzz-bzz-bzz, honey bee, honey bee Bzz if you like but don't sting me Bzz-bzz-bzz-bzz, honey bee, honey bee Buzz if you like, but don't sting me Oh, what a wonderful thing to be A healthy, grown-up, busy-busy bee Toying with the tulips, tasting every type Building up the honey-comb that looks like tripe I'd like to be a busy little bee Being just as busy as a bee can be Flying all around in the wild hedgerows Stinging all the cows upon the parson's nose Oh, what a wonderful thing to be A healthy, grown-up, busy-busy bee Visiting the picnics, quite a little tease Raising little lumps on the maiden's knees I'd like to be a busy little bee Being with the butterfly strong upon the wing Whooppee, o death, where is thy sting? Bzz-bzz-bzz-bzz, honey bee, honey bee Bzz if you like but don't sting me Bzz-bzz-bzz-bzz, honey bee, honey bee Buzz if you like, but don't sting me Oh, what a wonderful thing to be A nice, obedient, busy-busy bee To be a good bee one must contrive For bees in a beehive must behave But maybe I wouldn't be a bee Bees are all right when alive, you see But when bees die, you really should see 'em Pinned on a card in a dirty museum Bzz-bzz-bzz-bzz, honey bee, honey bee Bzz if you like but don't sting me Bzz-bzz-bzz-bzz, honey bee, honey bee Bzz if you like but if you sting me I'll wack ye With this dirty great newspaper!