 And the Lord said, now that I'm made of bee, I'm going to look all around for a green, green tree. And he made a little tree, and I guess you heard him bopping. Well, he made a little bird, and they waited all around until the end of spring. I get every note that the birdies sing, and they put them all in the one sweet tone. For my honeycomb, oh, honeycomb, won't you be my baby? Well, the honeycomb be my own.