[Verse 1]
Once there was a bee
A most peculiar little bee
Who was in love with only one delicious flower
He said, "My name is mud
If I don't kiss that pretty bud
Every week, every day, every hour"

[Verse 2]
So the story goes
Until he found his blushing rose
In what you'd call a very compromising setting
Another little bee
Had sort of wandered in for tea
What a sweet double cross he'd been getting

[Bridge]
He thought that he'd go crazy
'Til he met a gentle daisy
Who was good to him, though not exactly young
And soon, of course, she wilted
And was subsequеntly jilted
Oh, those gentlе daisies always do get stung

[Verse 3]
So now the little bee
Decided he had best agree
With all the other bees that buzz around the bower
That it's a lot of fun
To kiss a new and different one
Every week, every day, every hour
[Outro]
Yes, it's a lot of fun
To kiss a new and different one
Every week, every day, every hour