The Life of the Bee

The life of the bee Is perfectly ordinary Half the year underground In the dirt, inert Down on Jones Beach The waves are still crashing They don't freeze downstate Like at Ontario Hard not to feel lonely Flying in straight lines Through all of this Flickering snow Oh to be a dancer Like one of Doris' girls Learning all the pirouettes and twirls The life of the bee A strange disposition Always just dancing to stay warm Hard not to feel lonely Flying in straight lines Through all of this Flickering snow coming down The hive is an orphan Hive is an orphan place The hive is an orphan Hive is an orphan place The hive is an orphan Hive is an orphan place Always just dancing to stay warm Always just dancing to stay warm