They land on my arm. I swat at them. They don't fly off, they just jump over out of the way. One just did that three times and I swear he smiled and gave me the bird.
Wherever I wander, wherever I roam
I couldn't be fonder of my big home
The bees are buzzin' in the trees
To make some honey just for me
When you look under the rocks and plants
And take a glance at them fancy ants
And then maybe, well, try a few
The bare necessities of life will come to you
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