I'll tell you the story of the birds.
And maybe the bees.
Some words are hard to say
But I'll hope you'll stay.
Beauty is in the eye of the
Beeholder.
I'll tell you.
I meant many little birdies
But my favorite was you.
The only one I knew.
The only one that flew to me.
I know it can not bee
But I see that birds
And bees are meant to bee.
So beehive yourself
And maybe you'll  bee
The bird for me.