Une abeille un jour de printemps. Voletait, voletait gaiement. Sur la rose bruy? Re en fleur. Don't si douce est l'odeur. . Au pied de la bruy? Re en fleur. Une pauvre chenille en pleur
entrance like a queen. Why she was totally chenille. And her old man was a Marine. As she abused a sausage pattie. And said why don't you treat me mean?. (Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me, oooooh!). At Saint