honey buzzard,

 Oh honey, oh buzzard, oh honey buzzard,

Glide over serene in a cold blue winter sky.

Honey why do they name you buzzard, honey?

Since you do not buzz,

Like an untimely woken wasp queen,

Or an annoying immature bluebottle.

What meat are you seeking to spy,

As you ride the wind over London?

No bees nest yet,

Only ant people move below you,

In buses, cars and lorries

Carrying stuff which will be thrown away,

Collected recycled, reloaded

And carried away to be remade

And carried around again.

Sail over it all honey buzzard.

Come back again

To find the bees and the honey

When all the stuff has gone.