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.