Bumblebee

Three things he said to me when I was just a boy

Well that ain’t true and I’m still blue and can’t find that toy

It was a bumblebee that made a funny noise

Every time you shook it– it was one of those toys.

 

He didn’t leave me money or anything to hold

Except that stuffed bumblebee coloured black and gold

All the times I cried at night he wasn’t there to hear

And all alone in my room the echoes made me fear.

 

I used to have a watch of his but it got pinched some time ago

And I would just remember now but there is nothing there, so…

I think back to long ago, or so it seems to me

And I remember shaking it, my golden blackened bumblebee.

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