Her mouth is a honey-blossom,No doubt, as the poet sings;But...
Her mouth is a honey-blossom,No doubt, as the poet sings;But within her lips, the petals,Lurks a cruel bee that stings.
Her mouth is a honey-blossom,No doubt, as the poet sings;But within her lips, the petals,Lurks a cruel bee that stings.