Once I was an olive tree,
I lived in an olive grove,
and made olives for my Master,
until he wanted wine;
Once I was a vineyard,
making grapes to press,
fermenting Master's wine,
until he wanted milk;
Once I was a dairy cow,
milking for my Master,
until he wanted mead;
Once I was a bumblebee,
making honey for his mead,
But Master wasn't thirsty.
and he made me
into
a
Girl.
I lived in an olive grove,
and made olives for my Master,
until he wanted wine;
Once I was a vineyard,
making grapes to press,
fermenting Master's wine,
until he wanted milk;
Once I was a dairy cow,
milking for my Master,
until he wanted mead;
Once I was a bumblebee,
making honey for his mead,
But Master wasn't thirsty.
and he made me
into
a
Girl.
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