As I go for honeyed bread I wear a net upon my head To keep the bees outside instead of landing on my face Their nest is for the bread to bake A round house coil like a snake Let's work in harmony to make a loaf of sweetest taste Down into the deepest flowers, gather powder Fly back up the petals to the hive In the flower when they flutter We will spread our bread with butter And consider if the flower's keeping us alive The swarm was dispatched When i saw the loaf and snatched All honey on the comb when I'm alone and they stopped watching to see if I liked their meal I've seen them fill the windowsill Now let me eat to my delight The bees have buried to conceal a stinger in the bite