Oh, little bumblebee, how you inspire me,
Too flit and flutter from tree to tree (flower doesn’t rhyme),
How I aspire to be like thee,
As you buzz and bumble through,
How I wish, oh little Bumblebee, how I wish,
I could flit and flutter, spreading seeds, regenerating the earth.
Little Farmers of the Earth,
Oh but little Bumble bee, one must stay away from me,
for if you were to sting me.
We shall both expire.