Swallow the bee.
I’m living high
Up in the tree;
I just won’t die.
Rip off a wing.
As I fly down
I’ll take a swing,
And wear my crown.
Take the stinger,
Break it in two.
Use my finger,
Point it at you.
Your new queen now;
I’m the queen bee.
Come up and bow,
In front of me.
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