So I 'll toss the flower that I picked, away,
And I won't catch another bee to-day;
For he beats so fiercely his prison-wall,
I know that he doesn't like it at all!
So I 'll toss the flower that I picked, away,
And I won't catch another bee to-day;
For he beats so fiercely his prison-wall,
I know that he doesn't like it at all!