Deep across the ocean,
beneath the blue oak tree,
I once had a  picnic there,
with an old bumblebee.

So let me tell you a story,
about this bumblebee,
it's not like the others,
no, this one was free.

Free to zoom across the fields,
in the old sunlight,
but one wish is all,
that crossed it's mind.

So I sat there,
under this blue oak tree,
I listen to his tale,
of the land and the sea.

It started long ago,
a day before I was born,
a farmer came down,
hoping to harvest some corn.

Just as he past,
the majestic tree,
oh he could not believe,
the sound of zooming bees.

Honey was better,
than harvesting corn,
for this was from a blue oak...

*And to this I must stop,
no not just the bee's tale,
for I am having a writer's block,
you deserve to know...

So here I apologize,
let your imagination go wild,
but one more thing you should realize,
this story was meant for a child.