If I were a little bug
Sitting in a tree
I wish that you were
Sitting right by me.

We could sit together
And look into the trees
Find out where the honey was
By watching all the bees.

When the summer rains
Pour down from above
We would count our blessings
For being bugs in love.

When the winter wind
Blows thru the pines
We will snuggle up together
The cold would never cross our minds