Many people say there are ogres behind the trees,
Some people say that Martians buzz like bees,
I hear that people say that chickens don't have knees,
I've heard a lot of people say that Santa water skis,
But, I think that people say things because they like to tease.
Beside the lake with the wild flowers,
I laid down and dreamed for hours,
Then along came the bees,
They had no mood for a tease,
I'm depending on my recuperative powers.
I am the killer of many bad bees, When they bite on the backside of my knobby knees, They rip flesh by the inch, So, I give them a pinch, And, they bite harder as I give them a squeeze.
There was a little bee named Barry,
He couldn’t get a girlfriend ‘cause his legs were hairy,
So he tried to groom,
Shaved his legs zoom, zoom,
But, now his legs look ten times as scary.