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Another song about Baska... the bog will be quite the melodious place this year.
The other day
I met a bee
Out in the woods
beyond that tree
she looked at me
I looked at her
she sized up me
I sized up her
she said to me
Why don't you spin
I see you ain't
Got any gin
Away from there
I did flee
And right behind
Me was that bee
In front of me
What do I see
the great big sea
Oh, lucky me
And so I jumped
Into the air
But I missed that water
Oh way out there
Now don't you fret
And don't you frown
I bounced off a rock
On the way back down
That's all there is
There ain't no more
Unless I meet
That bee once more
The other day
I met a bee
Out in the woods
beyond that tree
she looked at me
I looked at her
she sized up me
I sized up her
she said to me
Why don't you spin
I see you ain't
Got any gin
Away from there
I did flee
And right behind
Me was that bee
In front of me
What do I see
the great big sea
Oh, lucky me
And so I jumped
Into the air
But I missed that water
Oh way out there
Now don't you fret
And don't you frown
I bounced off a rock
On the way back down
That's all there is
There ain't no more
Unless I meet
That bee once more