The London Bee didn't know
that he wasn't a normal bee.
He likes oat milk in his coffee
and his flowers smell like wee.
He's nothin' like a bee from Leigh
who fancies himself a drinker o tea,
whilst sniffin' on a sweet pea.
London Bee O London Bee
Never will you ever be
a normal honey-sucker bee.
Dear Slug
Nothin' personal,
Never seen a body like
That before
So wet
Not in a good way
No offence
Im tryin'
Baby I said I'm tryin'
To love all these
Creatures yes I am
But I don't got no love
For no
slimy
slug