Beehive
There’s a beehive in the old oak tree
Keeping each other company
And sweet things are said
From the bees to the tree
He whispers to them back
With the rustle of his leaves
Hi ho yes hi ho and its alright
If you want to climb that tree
Well you might get stung
If you need to do some climbing
Find a different one
The honey is protected
It can’t even be inspected
By the bosom of the bark
As hard as any bark can be
There’s a beehive in the old oak tree
And they don’t need a thing from you or me
But some times I go and see ‘em
‘Cause I know where they are hidden
And I think that they are living so beautifully
I know and it’s all right
July 9th, 2008
remains me a little of Van Morrison with the honey reference