Beekeeper

When the beekeeper shut the door

Gulliver's Land leaflets slipped onto the floor

Hadn't you yet discovered that in the inside jacket pocket

Kept a couple of grand

They were light notes I guess

But still it's a couple of grand

He never conformed

To the pressures you put onto him

He made that quietly clear

When he took up beekeeping

Beekeeping

Like heavy thick curtain, wet from the rain

Were your clever remarks, that nearly got in the way

Oh, one streak of light, misses touched your breast

And left

And left

And left

And left

And left

Oh, one streak of light, misses touched your breast

And left

And left

And left

And left

And left

And left

And left

One streak of light, misses stroked your breast

And left

And left

And left

It left

It left

Left

Left