Through a meadow I skipped one day
dancing through the grass
which the wind did cause to sway.
Filled with happiness and glee
i laughed, smiled, twirled about,
and then arrived the bee.
He stung me on m arm that bee,
but what I had done I could not see,
but vengeance would be mine.
With my palm I crushed the bug
against my arm where it sat,
and as I brushed away its guts
from my pocket I took a match.
I burned the meadow
burned it flat.