Birds and bees will fly above us A summer breeze perfume the air Blue sky our only cover For there'll be no secrets there And the summer breeze will blow And the birds and bees will show us the way
No words describe the feeling That this feathered touch provokes No metaphor exceeding The taste of honey from this rose So, forget the purple prose, Its the birds and bees who know the way I know life has got it's sting. And love has fragile wings ...