John Kenyon - Attica Mella lyrics
The bees, Sir, wont sting you; then why this ado? And for honey—they'll never make honey of you— They're too wise to select such a flavourless fellow; At least—if intent upon Attica mella.
The bees, Sir, wont sting you; then why this ado? And for honey—they'll never make honey of you— They're too wise to select such a flavourless fellow; At least—if intent upon Attica mella.