As I walked around
with a sprig of Buddleia in my hat
a bee hopped on board,
then a butterfly,
then more
and more
and more,
until I had become a veritable charabanc
for the flying fraternity –
and a sight to see I was at that.
As I walked around
with a sprig of Buddleia in my hat
a bee hopped on board,
then a butterfly,
then more
and more
and more,
until I had become a veritable charabanc
for the flying fraternity –
and a sight to see I was at that.