The bumbling bees are humming
To their grumbling Queen’s decree.
They humbly make the honey
So their mumbling’s fine with me.
They tumble in between the hive
And fumble on their wings,
But rumblings from their yellow hide
Can come with quite a sting.
So bumble on you furry bees,
There’s honey in the offing.
But stumble on my picnic,
And I won’t hold back from swatting.