Barry Louis Polisar
Barry Louis Polisar
Barry Louis Polisar
Barry Louis Polisar
Barry Louis Polisar
Barry Louis Polisar
Barry Louis Polisar
Barry Louis Polisar
Barry Louis Polisar
Barry Louis Polisar
Have you ever thought to consider
What it might be like to be
A black and yellow fuzzy buzzing
Bumblebee like me
I get migraines, I get headaches
I get this buzzing in my ear
Watch out you don't sit on me
And I'll watch out for your rear
A four-winged hairy insect
Is what I'm meant to be
People always run away
As soon as they see me
Once I stung a little boy
(Afterall I am a bee)
The next day I broke out in hives
I had an allergy
Life's not all milk and honey
If you're a bee these days
You get stepped on. You get swatted
And shot at with poison sprays
Splattered on a windshield
Survivors are so few
Runover by a lawnmower
Or crushed beneath a shoe