Spare a thought for the bumblebee

  While he's sitting all alone

  He wonders to the winter wind,

  "Where is my daisy throne?"

  The other insects laugh at him

  For being big and bright

  "Oh, you'll never find a flower.

  There's never one in sight."

  So Mr. Bee then tells them, "Please,

  I only want one rose.

  I'll even love its prickly thorns

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  And tell it jokes I know."

  The other insects laugh at him

  And carry on their way

  But poor old Mr. Bumblebee

  Has nowhere else to stay

  He curls into a little ball

  And softly starts to weep

  So when the winds of spring first came

  He'd cried himself to sleep

  So when everything seems hopeless

  And life is turning sour

  Spare a thought for the bumblebee

  Who woke up on a flower