I’ve got a bee stuck in my throat
It’s constantly sharpening it’s stinger on the sandstone at the tip of my tongue
It is a noble knight and won’t fight just any war
But it’s stinger is always ready for battle
I’ve got a bee stuck in my throat
Somewhere in there it’s practicing its swordsmanship
It bumps and nicks the fleshy walls
As much as it hurts I know it’s practice will pay off in battle
It’s time to let out the bee from my throat
You brought pesticide




















