The bumblebees that stung me had a hole The bumblebees that stung me had a role: To defend their nest from unwelcome guests The bumblebees that stung me had a hole. The bumblebees that stung me had a hole Their hole was by the front door near a pole One of us boys had this idea (Don't recall who, possibly me?) To have a little fun with that bee hole. The bumblebees aflight had work to do We sat and watched them fly out in and through Clever boys, we played our trick: We dug a fake hole with a stick And covered up the hole they were accustomed to. What fun it was to watch the bees explore They couldn't find the way to their front door Could not get in, could not get out, Those bumblebees flew all about We boys had won our battle -- not the war. We eventually grew tired of our game The boys went home for lunch, I did the same. As I walked toward our kitchen door One bumblebee gave me what-for: She stung me on my ear and made me pay. I yelled real loud and ran in to my mommy She flicked the bee away and tried to calm me I didn't tell her of our game, Our craven plot, what it entailed, And so my mom felt very, very sorry. But lest you think that nature had its way A garden hose was summoned the next day Down the hole it went flooding out the residents So the bumblebees that stung me went away.
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