‘Busy bees on the hop’

I hear a swarm of bees buzzing way up high
I see a black cloud of motion amass in the sky
I follow this monstrousity I don’t know why
My curiousity is killing me Oh me Oh my

What a racket it is making ‘Busy bees on the hop’
I wonder where they are going to and will they stop ?
But what if this ball of bamboozle should suddenly drop ?
It would be like a big black balloon that burst with a ‘Pop’

Well I wasn’t far away when they all lit on a tree
Just along the lane infront of me
In a wooded country copse they all went ‘Weeeee’
Now that was something new and what a sight to see!!!