Pollen Song

The Pollen Song

Bees sip pollen
Pollen makes honey
Honey makes money
Money makes you warm
All over.

Bees hum
Pollen goes
Honeycomb forms
In silicones of gold
Beekeeper comes
Honey drips
Sticks to our lips
Fingers dripped
Honey scooped
Into warm jars.

Honey delicious
On hot buttered toast
Honey I want you
I need you
You're my sugar my love
You're the best
The most.

Honey is cool
And burnt amber
Honey makes
Me want to sing
Dance and samba.