Making Honey

Oh, the bees are making honey
The workers work for money
The boss bear thinks it’s funny
Oh, the bear says it is yummy
All the honey in his tummy
It’s not fair.

I know I ain’t no quitter
Or some crazy commie critter
But this job is not as fun as
Eating gramma’s Apple fritters.

I ain’t the one to bicker
Or get loopy with the liquor
But I’d like it to be easier
At least a little quicker.

I don’t ever get depressed
And I work like one possessed
So when the weekend rolls ‘round
Well I like to get unstressed.

Last night I got the notion
You can keep that job promotion
That’s no fancy perfume lotion
More like a toot explosion.

Right now I ain’t complaining
But I might begin campaigning
To be fired and sent home
Ha, would that be entertaining!