The Birds and the Bees
The beekeeper
on our road.
Mary Sweeney said he lived alone.
So I called up, to his house
and I asked him what was that all about?
He looked a bit mad but I was just little
So he didn’t really show me the door.
He said son it’s like I told you before
there’s only one bee gets the queen for his own
and that wasn’t me.
The birdwatcher,
he looked down.
I heard Mary say his wife left town.
Come here son, he said to me,
I got something that I want you to see.
See the blackbird doing his best there
that’s a cuckoo in his nest,
all he has she’s gonna take it away,
ain’t no feeling like being betrayed,
ain’t that for sure.
And I’ll tell ya, it wasn’t nice,
finding out they weren’t just telling lies.
And Mrs. Sweeney, where were you?
You missed a field day, no-one sang out my blues.
But you know what son what I’m gonna tell you
is what I wish that they had said.
It don’t matter how many teachers you get
you’re still gonna have to learn for yourself,
the birds and the bees.