And when the bee sat down upon my tongue
I was pretty sure I would be stung
I needed calming words to sooth my mind
Cause my imagination was running wild
If you hold your breath till the swellings past
You could still be with us next morning
But if you panic now and scream
There just won't be a new morning
That's just too nice thanks for giving me advice
And then the bees crawled deeper down my throat
And all that I could think of was to choke
And when it finally flew out of my mouth
I was relieved to watch it fly away unharmed