You find goodness in the honey, like a new found energy
Like the way we live and the way we breathe
Our ultimate existence, the backbone of my children
Come from the honeycomb, where they will be the diving bird
To find the Yirrikyirrik.
Where there is flowers, you will surely find the bees
Humming and aâ€™buzzin, making sweetness everyday.
We must be like the bees, make the world a better place
Map the way and shape the clay, in many ways we can.