Making Seeds Lyrics
Spring brings flowers
out of my branches
and my limbs.
They open softly,
so pretty and ready to begin,
making seeds for baby trees,
making seeds for baby trees.
My flowers sweet smell
carries a message on the wind.
To the bees, the moths,
the hummingbirds and wasps-
flowers are ready,
for you to crawl in.
To make seeds for baby trees,
making seeds for baby trees.
Buzz, Buzzz, Buzzz, Buzzz, Buzz
“There are flower on that tree.
They sure smell good to me,”
said the bumblebee.
Buzz, Buzzz, Buzzz, Buzzz, Buzzz
Now, the one who crawls in
must crawl in deeply.
To get what it smells,
it will brush my pollen
onto my pistil
which then will swell
with a seed for a baby tree
Yes, a seed for a baby tree.