The Birds and the Bees

The Birds and the Bees

It’s always been about the birds and the bees
From the first step on earth with Adam and Eve
It’s always been just the bird and the bee
The man and the wife, the Adam and Eve

But what happens when the little hummingbird
Falls for a bright bouquet of feathers?
What happens to bird who loves a peacock
Instead of the bumblebee?

Cause the bee is so fine
She got the honey coming from her bee-hind
Got the bird out of his mind
Can’t have the same kind
Cause it wasn’t Adam and Steve
It was the bird and the bee
Two that fly
Two in the sky
But not two of kind
Not that I mind…

Cause what of that bird?
And what of that bee?
And what if they find
An attraction in mind
To one of the same kind?

Who can resist the Technicolor feather
Or the sweet manufactured nectar?
Who can resist the tantalization
Of a newfound sensation
Stirred only in naturalization
When two of the same collide?

What’s the harm to take the dive
Birds of a feather flock together
But never do bed whether
Or not they’re in love

Cause it’s always been the birds and the bees,
The man and his wife, the Adam and Eve.
But I do admit
That it’s not the Eve but the Adam
That holds the apple of my eye

Cause bees sting
And birds sing
My Adam can be
The only one for me
Let him raise voice and sing
As we defy everything.