Paroles de Mitch Mover

Hello, this is a song 'bout a guy called Mitch Mover A strange little character That's what he is Keeps collecting butterflies and bees And things like that, you know Early in the morning when the sun goes up Mitch Mover awakes and he drinks a cup of tea and he takes his botanical case on his back, oh boy, what a chase Butterflies and bees, they can't stand him anymore There he goes again Good luck and I'll see you again Tonight when he is tired of chasing hornets he admires a boy At night he selects all the insects And carefully he puts pins through their heads Peering through the gloom, it seems as if his room was a biological museum Butterflies and bees, they won't fly anymore There he goes again Good luck and I'll see you again Tonight when he is tired of chasing hornets he admires a boy Mitch Mover, Mitch Mover, Mitch Mover