Way up in those trees,We hear the sounds of those beautiful bees,
Time dares wipe our memories of this place,
Bowen park bring us all back to face,
Those summer days we'd while away,
Children play amongst those lofty sways,
Only a hive blends into the barks trance,
And peers down in a shy glance,
Seethes with life as the honeybees set out with pride,
Pollinating and honey-producing all in stride,
Those were the days,
The past we'd thought would last always,
Where have all the bees gone?
Please god bring them back for they have won!
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