Hello bee, show me
to the beehive.
This honey isn’t yours
BOY BYE.
Look, love, I see the
hallo in your eyes.
why don’t you come over
and we grab a beer
or two.
Is this boy mad?
excuse me, I said,
this honey isn’t yours
BOY
Bee! why are you
trying to sting me now?
yellow, black. see the
colors in my heart.
I only want this nectar
for you.
sorry! I’m not interested.
pfft! that’s why your
honey tastes like a widow’s
sweat.
what did you say?
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