When I was young and life was sweet
The world was all my hive;
I buzzed around so merrily
Just glad to be alive.

I'd shoot the breeze with all my friends
And sleep till after noon;
As sweet as honey, were my days,
To gloom, I was immune.

I was the leader of my friends,
And they all followed me.
I chose the clothes and where we'd go,
For sure, I was queen bee.

Good times- the bee in my bonnet,
So, with good times I flew;
The world, my flower garden and
Each day, a grand debut.

This is my story, true and real,
And if you laugh or scoff,
It doesn't matter much to me
'Cause you can just buzz off!