Besedila: Bishop Allen. The Envy of the Bees.

They've just a single stinger
To use it costs them life
They know they'd better mean it
They'd better be precise
But I can sting again and again,
as wanton as I please
I'm dangerous tonight
The envy of the bees

I wake you in the morning
to mend the damage done
We kiss our welts and bruises
and heal them in the sun
I'll feed you royal jelly
and make of you a queen
I'm close to you today
The envy of the bees

The petal and the stamen
The pistil and the style
The drones see all the pieces
to make a pollen pile
But we find fields of flowers
Forgiving in the breeze
Hand in hand we walk
The envy of the bees
The envy of the bees