Bumblebee


It's winter, my garden's dead, no flowers will grow
How long does winter last because it seems so slow
Then along came you so sudden and sure
That spring was near you knew for sure
You were a bumblebee just as free as could be
Now my garden grows and flowers start to show
More color in my life something unexpected for sure
That is why you mean so much to me
My perfect little bumblebee

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