You are daddy's honey
And your mum is the bee
The keeper of the comb
Often like the call of thirst
Dad has tried to have you
He reached out for you
To cup you in his strong arms
And feel your sweetness
But each time he tries
The bee stings him away.
He may be a bad beekeeper
But he loves his honey so much
You miss him but
He misses you more.
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