• In the bar light see the bees.
    See those little locksmiths with their clever keys.
    Hung from chains so low to knock their knees.

    Swoop their perfect calves,
    and the rubble of their shins.
    Their little muscles strained
    To push the needles in.

    See the bees.
    Low flyer bees,
    Low rider bees
    And their shiny locksmith keys.

    You can tell them by their legs
    That wobble with consideration
    And move like sugar pegs
    Escaping condensation.

    See the bees
    See the bees
    And their clever locksmith keys.

    Words to call forth flowers,
    And melt them with a tune.
    Stunning little prowlers
    That make their sad prey swoon.

    In the bar lights see the bees.
    They smile and they tease.
    See the little locksmiths
    And their clever locksmith keys.