"Beatrice Bee" lyrics

We're the worker bees who like to please
Out to make some honey
For the queen of bees, the bees, bees
Queen Beatrice Bee

To be, to be, or not to be
We don't have a choice
We're the honey bees, the worker bees
And we're all boys

Well, the boys collect the honey
And I'm waiting graciously
In my hive of honey-comb
In perfect luxury

It's a honeymoon when roses bloom
Pansies, panache, and pomp
Life's all a play, honey all day
As Queen Beatrice Bee

We buzz and flutter as we gather and mutter
How preposterous proboscises all begin to scutter
As we visit our friends, the flowers
Whose pollen we can't deny
Life's all play, honey all day
For Queen Beatrice Bee

To be, to be, or not to be
We don't have a choice
We're the honey bees, the worker bees
And we're all boys

Well, the boys collect the honey
And I'm waiting graciously
In my hive of honey-comb
In perfect luxury

It's a honeymoon when roses bloom
Pansies, panache, and pomp
Life's all a play, honey all day
As Queen Beatrice Bee

We buzz and flutter as we gather and mutter
How preposterous proboscises all begin to scutter
As we visit our friends, the flowers
Whose pollen we can't deny
Life's all play, honey all day
For Queen Beatrice Bee