Bee

A bee may stings you,
but she's making the honey.
She's in charge for the flowers we have.
A little bee, a little insect,
the flowers scent,
she is the one that in charge.

A little bee is flying there,
with black and yellow stripes.
She is flying from her hive,
into another life.
Into the fields of gold,
she is there try to find her mead.
She is there on the hook,
she is there on the lead.

A bee may stings you,
but she's making the honey.
She's in charge for the flowers we have.
A little bee, a little insect,
the flowers scent,
she is the one that in charge.

A little bee can't fly much more,
she's laying on the street.
Soon she'll die,
be crashed beneath some feet.

A bee may stings you,
but she's making the honey.
She's in charge for the flowers we have.
A little bee, a little insect,
the flowers scent,
she is the one that in charge.