Honeycomb Jimmie Rogers (#1 in 1957)

Well it’s a darn good life, And it’s kinda funny
How the Lord made the bee, And the bee made the honey, And the honeybee lookin’ for a home
And they called it honeycomb, And they roamed the world and they gathered all
Of the honeycomb into one sweet ball, And the honeycomb from a million trips
Made my baby’s lips
    Oh, Honeycomb, won’t you be my baby, Well, Honeycomb, be my own
    Got a hank o’ hair and a piece o’ bone, And made a walkin’ talkin’ Honeycomb
    Well, Honeycomb, won’t you be my baby, Well, Honeycomb, be my own
    What a darn good life, When you got a wife like Honeycomb

And the Lord said now that I made a bee, I’m gonna look all around for a green, green tree
And He made a little tree and I guess you heard, Oh, then well he made a little bird
And they waited all around till the end of Spring, Gettin’ every note that the birdie’d sing
And they put ‘em all into one sweet tome, For my Honeycomb
And the Lord says now that I made a bird, I’m gonna look all round for a little ol’ word
That sounds about sweet like “turtledove”, And I guess I’m gonna call it "love"
And He roamed the world lookin’ everywhere, Gettin’ love from here, love from there
And He put it all in a little ol’ part, Of my baby’s heart