Treasure Island

Dash Black


A Journey To Bee


Where to sir?
Somewhere far
By land or by air?
By land sir, on air i can't afford the fair

Where incisively do you head to?
And what on the dot will you do?
Ho! I'm headed to Bee
I guess I've just got to be free

Do you have with you sir a ticket to Bee
I've heard it could cost a fortune in fee
I don't need a ticket to Bee
The best things are for free
I will get to Bee if i just take my steps; one, two, three
I guess I've just got to get to be free
I've already made up my mind; to Bee or not to B'free!

Submitted: Monday, April 07, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, April 08, 2014

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