Because

If I were a bumble bee,

And you were a honey suckle,

I would stop by at sunrise,

And give you a little snuggle.

In the noon day's heat

I in quiet desperation,

Would hide in your shade

To ease my perspiration.

As the moon waxes full,

And the sun drifts to sleep,

We would immerse ourselves in the stars,

And pull the morning over our feet.