By The Rivers Of Babylon

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)