to fill the empty hive of her mind
with sweet golden honey
she flied from one flower to the other
And so spent her day my little bonny

she didn't really care
Wether t'was fall or spring
The world was the same for her
dressed in automnal collage or in green

now I see my golden winged bonny
has landed on a carnivore
she is not aware of the danger
it's the nectar she longs for

but as this flower devours
all her endless beauty and charm
will she find out after all
I always wished her safe from harm?