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