Too Sweet for Words

Started by DayValleyDahlias, August 06, 2007, 11:27:17 PM

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DayValleyDahlias

http://youtube.com/watch?v=3QEVIh9hMSk

Extracting honey to a bee song...very very fun


Sing Along...

Kenneth Blain, 1938
Oh what a glorious thing to be,
A healthy grown up busy busy bee,
Whiling away
The passing hours
Pinching all the pollen
From the cauliflow'rs.
I'd like to be a busy little bee,
Being just as busy as a bee can be,
Flying round the garden
Brightest ever seen,
Taking back the honey
To the dear old queen.
Chorus:

Oh what a glorious thing to be,
A healthy grown up busy busy bee,
Toying with the tulips,
Tasting ev'ry type,
Building up the honeycomb
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.
Chorus:
    Oh what a glorious thing to be,
A healthy grown up busy busy bee,
Visiting the picnics,
Quite a little tease,
Raising little lumps
Upon the maidens' knees.
I'd like to be a busy little bee
Being just as busy as a bee can be,
Flirting with the butterfly
Strong upon the wing.
Whoopee! O death
Where is thy sting?
Chorus:

Oh what a glorious thing to be,
A healthy grown up busy busy bee,
To be a good bee
One must contrive,
For bees in a beehive
Must behive.
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.
Chorus:

Chorus:
Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee,
Bz if you like but don't sting me.
Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee,
Bz if you like but don't sting me.

reinbeau

Oh, that is absolutely adorable, I've sent it to our club e-mailer, to send around.  Thank you for the smile!  :)

- Ann, A Gardening Beek -  ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ

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CWBees

Cool post thanks for posting it. :-D
A swarm in May is worth a bale of hay.
A swarm in June is worth a silver spoon.
A swarm in July isn't worth a fly.