B's

Happy, pretty bees 

All in their honeycomb trees

Making honey for me and you

This is what they love to do

Sting you on the damn nose

So you spray them with the hose

Just making them angry

They get hungry

For your skin on your back

They come to attack

You scream in pain as they come

Faster you better run

Oooooouuuuuuch!

The little shit gotch ya

Fuuuuu....

This little sting hurt

Now a little blood you squirt

All over a little buzz

You got scared

Tried to get them away

Now "shit" is what you say