My parents once had a pet. The pet ran away one day But it came back with a story to say. Her dirty paws and furry coat, She ran down the forest slope. The forest of talking trees, They used to sing about the birds and the bees. The bees had declared a war, The sky wasn't big enough for them all. The birds, they got help from below, From dirty paws and the creatures of snow. And for a while things were cold, They were scared down in their holes. The forest that once was green Was colored black by those killing machines. But she and her furry friends Took down the queen bee and her men. And that's how the story goes, The story of the Birds and the Bees. People mention it all the time, but they don't actually say the full thing for some reason. What about you guys? Did your parents tell you the story of the Birds and the Bees?