The bumblebee is unwitting
Torso heavy, wings light
He’s not “supposed to,”
But he flies anyway
He scripts his time
He lives as he pleases
He knows
There are no rules to this thing
The bumblebee is unwitting
Torso heavy, wings light
He’s not “supposed to,”
But he flies anyway
He scripts his time
He lives as he pleases
He knows
There are no rules to this thing