The best sort of bees.

[Intro] In the heart of a child, where the wild bees roam, Climbing high in the trees, where the honeycomb's home. [Verse 1] As a young little boy, with a heart full of glee, I'd climb up the trees, just to see the bees. Bumblebees buzzing, honey sweet as can be, And the carpenter bee, working hard like me. [Verse 2] When I was thirteen, on a bright sunny day, I climbed up the tree, saw bees in a new way. My first sight of boo bees, in the wild and free, Often covered by cloth, but a sight to see. [Chorus] Oh, the bees, the bees, up in the trees, the trees, Nothing fascinated me as much as these. Now I'm grown, a drone, in the world's vast seas, But I still perk up at the sight of pretty boo bees. [Verse 3] Round and full, or Slender to see, Teardrop, athletic, lots to be found, Each one full of personality, Shackled and bound, or set wild and free, Perks us up, excited as puppies, [Chorus] Oh, the bees, the bees, up in the trees, the trees, Nothing fascinated me as much as these. Now I'm grown, a drone, in the world's vast seas, But I still perk up at the sight of pretty boo bees. [Outro] In winter they were hidden, Nowhere to be found, Now spring's here, We see them in wonderous mounds, Lets celebrate the buzzing, Of the best sort of bees, Sweet as honey, sweet boo bees.