Lord of the Hornets - Robert Calvert

Asleep in a hive in the base of a hollow tree

Behind a she’d in a garden in Norbury

And when he whispers commands in his megaphone

They swarm to his call and he knows that he’s not alone

He’s lord of the hornets

He’s lord of the hornets

As a tiger wing drones in a hive of industry

Each has a place and will be what it must be Queen’s a machine on a larva production line

Laying antenna-ed troops on the stings in a paper mine

Lord of the hornets

Lord of the hornets

Hornets

Lord of the hornets

Lord of the hornets

Asleep in a hive in the base of a hollow tree

Behind a she’d in a garden in Norbury

And when he whispers commands in his megaphone

They swarm to his call and he knows that he’s not alone

He’s lord of the hornets

Lord of the hornets

Hornets