It is hard to understand why bees are so content being placed inside of cans, but it probably has something to do with the same reason why Charlie the tuna wanted to be caught and turned into a can of StarKist. The bees desire to be put into cans goes all the way back to the Bee-In, which was an event that was held in San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park Polo Fields back in the late ‘60’s. This was the start of Flower Power, just before the Summer of Love, and the bees were able to make more honey due to the abundance of flowers that were carried around by this new hippie generation.
I saw her sitting in the rain
Raindrops falling on her
She didn’t seem to care
She sat there and smiled at me
Then I knew
She could make me happy
Flowers in her hair
Flowers everywhere
I love the flower girl
Oh, I don’t know just why, she simply caught my eye
I love the flower girl
She seemed so sweet and kind, she crept into my mind
To my mind
I knew I had to say hello
She smiled up at me
And she took my hand
And we walked through the park alone
And I knew
She had made me happy
Flowers in her hair
Flowers everywhere
I love the flower girl
Oh, I don’t know just why, she simply caught my eye
I love the flower girl
She seemed so sweet and kind, she crept into my mind
To my mind
Suddenly, the sun broke through
I turned around, she was gone
All I had left
Was…
Suddenly, the sun broke through
I turned around, she was gone
All I had left
Was one little flower in my hand
But I knew
She had made me happy
Flowers in her hair
Flowers everywhere
I love the flower girl
Was she reality or just a dream to me?
I love the flower girl
Her love showed me the way to find a sunny day
Sunny day
I love the flower girl
Was she reality or just a dream to me?
I love the flower girl
Written for Linda G. Hill Life in progress One-Liner Wednesday – September 5 prompt Limp Biscuit.
Wow – I haven’t heard that song in a very long time.
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The Cowsill brothers wanted to be like the Beatles, but they ended up becoming the inspiration for the Partridge Family.
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Was it really called a “bee-in”? I thought it was a “be-in,” as in being there.
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This post was so wrong in so many ways. It was meant to be comedy, not a history lesson. There was a march in San Francisco that was called the Human Be-In and Be-In was a play on Being. 20,000 hippies showed up.
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It was as good a post as can bee! 🤪
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Thanks, but did it make you happy?
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Never heard the song..
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It is way before your time, but do you have an opinion about it?
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I think I’ve seen that flower girl..
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This is a story that I have to hear, do tell.
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Nothing more, nothing less, I had the same experience, that I would like to forget
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That’s a great song.
Bees in cans reminds me of a joke: two retired men are talking, and one is complaining about how dull life is since he retired. “You need a hobby,” his friend said. “Do you have a hobby?” the guy says, and his friend says “As a matter of fact, I keep bees.” “Bees! You live in a one-bedroom apartment! Where do you keep bees?” “In a shoebox.” “Wait, don’t the bees die?” The friend shrugs and says “So? It’s only a hobby…”
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That is hilarious, thanks for the laugh.
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