 Honeycomb And the Lord said, now that I'm made of bee I'm gonna look all around for a green, green tree And he made a little tree, and I guess you heard What then? Well, he made a little bird And they waited all around until the end of spring I get every note that the birdies sing And they put them all into one sweet tone For my honeycomb, oh, honeycomb Won't you be my baby? Well, the honeycomb be my own