Why are you so ill at ease?
Is it maybe because of my bees?
I know I’m covered in thousands now,
But if not so, then tell me how,
How would I get all that sweet honey,
I can’t haggle, they don’t take money.
So I have to go and get it by hand,
Of course all the bee stings are not planned,
Plus my shawl of hairy bug-cover
Is weird to a person who’s not a bug-lover.
If I hugged you now, it’d be quite a treat,
You’d be left with not feeling your feet.
But, hey, at least I’ll never get cold,
The buzz of the bees has heat. I’m sold.
So, if you can’t, I understand,
But I paid for a massage by human hand.