strange and beautiful are the fronds tonight
we buzz around their heads
pollenizing is a perfect world
I hope that doesn't make us weird..

and I want all the world to know
though there are sons of bees
we're not that breed

and yes we're wasps
we are wasps together
yeah if we're wasps we are wasps together

I go towards the flowered grounds
no wonder, it's no bother
so much extolled by so few
flying from one red aster to another

I've flew into them all so many times before
it's all a dream to me now, a flowered dream somehow..

and yes we're wasps
we are wasps together
yeah if we're wasps we are wasps together

in the twilight of this summer night
we listen to the hum of wings
and then we move to a second part
and pollenate those things..

and I want all the world to know
though there are sons of bees
we're not that breed

and yes we're wasps
we are wasps together
yeah if we're wasps we are wasps together