Oh wee bee I'm worried
As on the flower where you sit
Are big scratchy needles
That could hurt you quite a bit.
Be careful of your wee bahooky
As it could be quite sore
If that thistle has its way
You'll be aching to your core.
But then again on second thoughts.
Revenge is very sweet.
To pay you back for stinging us
Maybe you'll admit defeat.
And from now on ignore us.
Just go and make us some honey.
Then we will learn to forgive you.
And all in our world will be sunny.
Written by Pauline McCreadie