Early Sunday morning And the town's still asleep

The sun is still unsure where to start

You are on your way already. You got lots of things to do

Lots of things buzz through your little mind. oh oh

You can smell the flowers And you can do your chores

Those just never seem to go away

Just don’t get caught in a spider web Of things that others say

Don’t ever let them make you miss your brightest day hey

Fly fly high Little Bee

Catch your little wind and fly along with it

Bring the touch of happy On the tips of little wings

Into the world today, it really needs it yeah