Befuddled Soul
Oh, Mr. Bumblebee?
Why did you sting me?
Because now you're dead,
without a thought in your head.
Oh, Mr. Bumblebee.
Oh, Mrs. Flower?
Why, in the wind, do you cower?
Because now you're bent, aged.
Your beautiful soul has been caged.
Oh, Mrs. Flower.
Oh, Mr. Turtle,
Why do you crawl so slow?
Because now you've lost the race,
And you have to hide your face.
Oh, Mr. Turtle.
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