O Bumblebee
I am not on a tree
Just come to me
And make me horny.

I am not in my twenties
Nor in the thirties too
But the dream is
To be someone’s queen bee.

The desire is still like the first night
The fire is still like a storm in the sky.
But the dream is
To be someone’s queen bee.
Just come to me
And make me horny.

Rifle Singh Dhurandhar