The Plight Of A Baby BumbleBee


I'm bringing home a baby bumblebee,
Won't my mommy be so proud of me,
(Personally, I think Mother would be much happier with a good mark on a report card, but hey - whatever floats your mother’s boat...)

I'm bringing home a baby bumblebee,
Ooo - Eee, the bee stung me!
(Thankless insect - you offer to give him a nice new home, and the little rapscallion stings you? Harsh...)

I'm squishing up the baby bumblebee,
Won't my mommy be so proud of me,
(Again, is this the best you can do for your mother, and will this REALLY make her proud? Does she need some eye of newt too?? Maybe a call to Child And Family Services is in order...)

I'm squishing up a baby bumblebee,
Ooh! It's yucky!
(HEY!! Shhh! Keep it down - do you want PETA to find out about this??)

I'm wiping off the baby bumblebee,
Won't my mommy be so proud of me,
(Who the doodles is your mother?? Did she used to own a 101 Dalmatians? Have you ever seen a wire clothes hanger used for purposes other than intended?? )

I'm wiping off the baby bumblebee,
Now my mommy won't be mad at me!
(“Mad”, “Daffy”, “Psychotic” - they are so interchangeable in this case...)

Ah - those great old kids' songs of our youth - just magical...

Chow for now!!