Since your pot of honey I see
I now wish I was a Bee
for your pot of honey I'd vie
I don't care if after I die
defending your sweet pot
yes that would be my favourite spot
there would be no need
to stray cuz from your pot I'd feed
standing at attention
would be my first course of prevention
for you each day I'd rise
even before I open my eye
I guard you like the great
making sure noone comes near your gate
even when I am fill
i'd still return for a refill
I know you may think I am corny
but to me you mean more than money
like this grizzly bear
with no one i'd share
I'd make sure than no one approach
no even a cockroach
I'd with your pot
have some sport
I'll place you on a rock
and like the ticking of the clock
I'd lap and lick
as the clock tick
To me you become a pool
never mind if I'm called a fool
I'd take a plunge
absorbing like sponge
take a dive
and eat you alive
licking my lips
and my fingertips
with my tongue I'd explore
till I reach your core
Till i become intoxicated
and have to be medicated...
