Thou art a flower, dear heart, a fragrant flower And I, the wandering, hair-clad, amorous bee. ‘Mongst all the regal beauties of the bower, I seek but thee. I feel the ivory of thy petals fair Brush lightly on my belly as I woo And I would sting

Thou art a flower, dear heart, a fragrant flower And I, the wandering, hair-clad, amorous bee. ‘Mongst all the regal beauties of the bower, I seek but thee. I feel the ivory of thy petals fair Brush lightly on my belly as I woo And I would sting

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