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Spare a thought for the bumblebee

While he's sitting all alone

He wonders to the winter wind,

"Where is my daisy throne?"

The other insects laugh at him

For being big and bright

"Oh, you'll never find a flower.

There's never one in sight."

He curls into a little ball

And softly starts to weep

So when the winds of spring first came

He'd cried himself to sleep

So when everything seems hopeless

And life is turning sour

Spare a thought for the bumblebee

Who woke up on a flowe