كلمات 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