Mr Ode... Master of All That Flies
Mr Ode... Master of All That Flies
Oh to be a bee
A busy buzzy bee...
Master of all that flies...
A black and yellow kaleidoscopic surprise.
Like a natural carousel of splendor.
Rebounding shapes from the ever changing Scottish weather.
I'd be out propagating from the hillytops of Nevis,
Sparking floral carpets of jealous.
Honey its tea... That rich ambering nectar...
Brighter than any glistening star.
Me this little black and yellow speckled surprise...
The most bonniest of creatures and
Master of All That Flies.
Oh To be a bee...
A busy buzzy bee.
Anybody I didn't like
I'd sting them on the Bumblebee.
Darren Alexander Gray
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