Squeeze Bees

A blind man sat on the top of a tree
And he sang in a voice like milk
I'm looking for a beautiful girl sang he
With brown hair and red cheeks
A lady who can climb trees
And squeeze bees for their honey

A blind girl sat at the foot of a tree
And she sang with a voice like cream
I'm looking for a beautiful man sang she
With grey hair and grey eyes
Who can sit at the foot of a tree
And squeeze me for my honey

Each listened to the song the other one sang
And their hearts were filled with glee
He shinned down the tree and sat on her knee
And she squeezed a bee and he squeezed her
And there was plenty of honey
Not the same as money but ok