Bees

There are bees, there are bees everywhere
Amorphous yellow light
Bellbottomed trousers striped
Afraid to touch, too cool to beg
We are the workers of the world
We are bees, we are bees everywhere
The buzzing of our wings
Melancholy of our kings
Araid to touch, too cool to beg
We are the workers of the world
And truth is all I have for you to stay
The pollen that we love, she sniffed away
We are bees, we are bees everywhere