Have you ever thought to consider
What it might be like to be
A black and yellow fuzzy buzzing
Bumblebee like me
I get migraines, I get headaches
I get this buzzing in my ear
Watch out you don't sit on me
And I'll watch out for your rear

A four-winged hairy insect
Is what I'm meant to be
People always run away
As soon as they see me
Once I stung a little boy
(Afterall I am a bee)
The next day I broke out in hives
I had an allergy

Life's not all milk and honey
If you're a bee these days
You get stepped on. You get swatted
And shot at with poison sprays
Splattered on a windshield
Survivors are so few
Runover by a lawnmower
Or crushed beneath a shoe