Wild Mountain Honey

I was picking blackberries one day
when this queen bee came to say
that I was in her brier patch
and she needed nectar for her batch.
I really didn't know what to do
as I was picking berries for you
to put in the pie you wanted to make
and I had to have berries for you to bake.
I told the queen bee I just wanted the fruit
and the blooms she was welcomed to it.
The bee buzzed right by me
heading for a locust tree
so I followed it to a big hole
and in the hole was a honeycomb.
I looked in the hole
and lo and behold
barb wire was running through the tree
and the honeycomb was on the barb wire hanging free.
The queen bee was guarding her comb
with drones making her home.
The wild mountain honey was such a tempting smell
with a freshness I could tell
but the queen bee had a big stinger
and I didn't want to be a dead ringer.
So I said I would really like some of your honey
and I am willing to pay money.
But the queen bee said honey
you don't have to pay money
cause I made all this honey for you
for you are my honey too.