By The Rivers Of Babylon
By the rivers of Babylon I wept
I hung my harp on a tree
But the lump on my arm I kept
Thanks to that darn , old bee

I was playing my harp merrily
In the midst of a flower bed
Under an apple tree
When I hit the bee in the head

She came at me, anger in her heart
And stung me on my arm
She'd like to rip me apart
I didn't mean her any harm

It was an accident plain and simple
I begged her forgiveness over and over
She stung me again on my dimple
And went to land on the clover

I left the flower bed
And left my harp on the tree
My arm is all puffy and red
Because I bumped into the bee.

Copyright © 2005 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)