Bee Snapper

(mmm-hmmm) Old Barnaby lay out in the clover

Watching the lazy afternoon roll over

He saw a yellow stripe buzzing on a weed

And figured that was just the snack he'd need

He cocked his head,

let out a little whine

Eyeing that honey-maker on the vine

With a quick snap,

his jaws went shut (chomp)

Now Barnaby has got a swollen gut

Oh, he snapped at the bees and he learned today

Some little bugs don't like to play

Now his muzzle is twice its normal size

With a sad look in his puppy dog eyes

He's shaking his head,

rubbing his snout

Wondering what that buzz was all about I gave him a spoonful

of sweet remedy

But he's still mad at the apple tree

Oh, he snapped at the bees and he learned today

Some little bugs don't like to play

Now his muzzle is twice its normal size

With a sad look in his puppy dog eyes

No more snapping at the hive,

Barnaby (whining)

Just stick to chasing squirrels