Bishop Allen
The Envy of the Bees
They've just a single stingerTo use it costs them lifeThey know they'd better mean itThey'd better be preciseBut I can sting again and again,as wanton as I pleaseI'm dangerous tonightThe envy of the beesI wake you in the morningto mend the damage done We kiss our welts and bruises and heal them in the sunI'll feed you royal jelly and make of you a queen I'm close to you todayThe envy of the beesThe petal and the stamenThe pistil and the styleThe drones see all the piecesto make a pollen pileBut we find fields of flowersForgiving in the breezeHand in hand we walkThe envy of the beesThe envy of the bees
From Letras Mania