Honeycomb

Well it's darn good life and it's kinda funny

How the bee was made and the bee made the honey

And the honeybee looking for home they called honeycomb

And they combed the world and they gathered all

Of the honeycomb into one sweet ball

And a honeycomb from a million trips made my baby's lips

Oh honeycomb won't you be my baby well honeycomb be my own

Just a hanka hair and a piece of bone and made a walking talking honeycomb

Well honeycomb won't you be my baby honeycomb be my own

What a darn good life when you got a wife like a honeycomb

Now have you heard tell how he made a bee

Then he tried a hand at a green green tree

So the green was made I guess you heard up in well he made a little bird

Then they waited all around till the end of spring

Gettin' every note that the birdie sing

And he wrote it up in one sweet tone for my honeycomb

Oh honeycomb won't you be my baby...

In a little while when he made that girl they looked around for a little word

Sounds as sweet as turtle dove so they called it love

And when he went around looking everywhere

Gettin' love from here love from there

And he started up in a little ole part for my honey's heart

Oh honeycomb won't you be my baby...