The poem shows the journey of a pollen grain. The poem shows the journey of a pollen grain.

Music is gentle, touching like breeze, Lyrics are brutal, stinging like bees. Music is gentle, touching like breeze, Lyrics are brutal, stinging like bees.

Out in the sunshine, in gardens with blooming flowers We went flower to flower, hunting for nectar ... Out in the sunshine, in gardens with blooming flowers We went flower to flower,...

Honeybee loves only honey, Honeybee loves only honey,

Bees are buzzing, frogs are hopping, Bees are buzzing, frogs are hopping,

Queen is one but fertile male bees are hundreds, Worker nurse bees are scores of hundreds... Queen is one but fertile male bees are hundreds, Worker nurse bees are score...