Once upon a time, there was a little me A courageous little dude that caught a bee It buzzed, and buzzed in the jar It buzzed and buzzed till it fell onto the floor The jar broke and it flew right out the door I tried to catch but it was too fast I chased it on my bicycle till my tire burst Watched it fly higher than a kite It flew far out of sight I couldn't catch the bee And again it was just lonely me
She is the bee and I the catcher, hoping to be, I let go just to hold on
Ah, once more a day in vacant rays A webbed window, cracked gently to let the breeze by. Through, a minute an hour, a bee lands on a flower succumbing to desire, a move with a purpose It’s assuredness I admit breaks a chunk from my confidence
What is what isn’t what could what couldn’t Is of no concern to a bee, imagine how free that would be A beetle crawling up the bark of a tree, Oh, just for an instant I wish I could see the life that you see!
I took a sip from your cup a drop of your signature potion. Oh, you know what? Just one is enough. Leave a drop for the bees. Let the honeycomb build and melt in this sea of sweet magic! The rest is yours as you please.