Bee robber

The buzz of angry bees
Around my  face and head
Smoky, chokey business
Protected, hot and sweaty
They don't know I've waited long
To rob them and taste their honey.

Nothin'

Nothin' sweeter
Than sourwood honey
Stirred into butter
Spread right thick
On a Martha White biscuit.

Nothin' brighter
Than the stars
Just a shinin'
Down on the mountains
Through a deep velvety night.

Nothin' clearer
Than well water
Drawn cold from the deeps
From the heart of the hills
Sipped from an icy tin dipper.

Nothin' better
Than the smilin' blue eyes
Thick auburn hair
A soft mountain drawl
Irish beauty hidden
In a hillbilly girl.