| I saw a bumble bee today
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| He shook his head and turned away
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| The daffodils looked cold and wan
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| I wondered were the spring had gone
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| But they don’t know like I know
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| You rode the horses into glue
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| And they can’t feel like I feel you
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| You rode the horses into stew
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| You turned the few good men against you
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| I listened for the nightingale
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| They’ve put his scrubland up for sale
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| They asked him where he’d like to go
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| He sung to them I do not know
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| For five hours he would sing to me
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| While bombers droned across the sea
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| They told him where he’d like to go
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| He sung to them and shut the door
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| He sung to them and locked the door
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| The dogs are barking in the street
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| They cannot find enough to eat
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| The wolf’s fangs drool his poisoned breath
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| He worries something half to death
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| If they catch you they won’t catch me
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| And bombers drone to keep us free
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| If they catch you they can’t catch me
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| Your courage and your fortitude
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| Will give us victory |