Of Montreal. The Bedside Drama: A Petite Tragedy. Happy Yellow Bumblebee. Zeneszám

I am a happy yellow bumblebee
Flying around the flowers and trees
And all morning long, I flutter about in the swirling breeze
And the sun is yellow like me

I am a happy yellow bumblebee
Everything's so much bigger than me
But I'm not afraid for if something gets too close
I give them a sting that makes them howl and scamper away
No, I'm not afraid

Though sometimes I get lonely
'Cause my parents are dead
And I can't find my brothers or sisters

At night the sky looks so black
And I can't find the sun
It doesn't matter how hard I try

But when I feel like I'm covered in darkness
And that light won't touch me anymore, I hear the cardinals singing
And I know who they're singing for when I see the sun
Sun, sun, sun, sun

Makes me a happy yellow bumblebee
All my friends are beetles and centipedes
And all summer long, we laugh and we play
But we don't talk to spiders

'Cause they're mean
And they try to trick us
'Cause they want to eat us
But they'll never beat us