Which flower?........buzz..
Which one?...........buzz..
Not this one..........buzz..
Not that one.........buzz..
Which has the sweetest pollen?......the wildest perfume?.....buzz...
To drive me insane...
This one here with the dotted lines,
Motorway markings to drops of nectar,
Blobs of heaven...buzz...in the service station.
The flower delivers its yellow bag,
Pollen catches on my leg...
And flower by flower....buzz..
I zig and
Zag...buzz...back
To the hive
To keep the queen and my sisters alive.
