Thronging echoes thro’ the wildwood
“Buzz, buzz, buzz!”
Youth has planted in profusion.
Thro’ the tangles wildly growing
“Buzz, buzz, buzz!”
Crieth Hope, my lost companion,
Left behind in Wild-oats Cañon,
“Buzz, buzz, buzz!”
With the sap of manhood flowing.
“Buzz, buzz, buzz!”