Stick to one like old man drake
He poured lemonade and made a cake
Served it to the princess upon her happiest of days

They were a signal, a beacon through space
He dared to fly above the maze
High enough to win that single pearl

Where ever you may see him
There is where she’ll be
His little jar of honey
He’s not afraid of the stinging bees

They were a grain, a child in the womb
All of their days he gently crooned
Only one, my only one

Where ever you may see him
There is where she’ll be
His little jar of honey
He’s not afraid of the stinging bees