The Bees Knees
We all knew Billy was the bee’s kneesTellin’ all the ladies their limonada was free
But Sally didn’t swoon for his sweet nectar
She was like Achilles to his Hector
The brothas were all baffled with her rejection
Fightin’ with their charms for her affection
Billy wasn’t worried, for he had another plan
He’d write her a poem in her favorite crayon
Billy went to Sally and gave her the goods
Sally’s heart fluttered as he knew it would
So Billy kept his title as the bee’s knees
But little did he know that Sally had syphilis
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