The bees do keep me company,
whilst I potter in the garden;
they bimble about,
as do I,
and when we meet,
it’s, ‘I beg your pardon.’
and we both bimble on
as before.
The bees do keep me company,
whilst I potter in the garden;
they bimble about,
as do I,
and when we meet,
it’s, ‘I beg your pardon.’
and we both bimble on
as before.