Follow the bees
Through forest and trees
Beneath the weeping willow
The riddles are true
He's waiting for you
Pop goes the weasel
He'll twist your back
Until you crack
And stick you up with needles
He'll pick your eyes
And elbows and thighs
Pop goes the weasel
Wait a minute
Who are you?
Who are you?
Don't follow bees at dawn
His grin will be seen through the fog
Don't follow bees at dawn
His grin will be seen through the fog