The Ballad of Molly Bee Denim

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Posted by Gayle on May 20, 1999 at 11:57:16:

I am indebted to Tony Hillerman for this idea. Last weekend I was reading one of his very enjoyable Jim Chee novels which dealt with the mining of molybedenum on a Navajo Reservation in Arizona, and of course, Molly Bee Denim sprang to life immediately from my fevered little brain. I offer this contribution with full awareness that, should anyone ever consider having me declared incompetent, this ballad in itself will provide sufficient evidence to any court in the country.


The Ballad of Molly Bee Denim
(sung to the tune of My Darling Clementine)

In a cavern, in a canyon
Near an Arizona mine
Lived a lovely little bee girl
With a figure eight divine.

Dangle earrings, spangled bee wings,
She was barely in her teens.
Silver pollen on her eye fuzz,
Wearing tiny, tiny jeans.

Molly's father was Bee Major
Of the British Infantry,
And he thought his little daughter
Should bee climbing socially.

Came a miner to the canyon,
And his name was Miner Key,
And He loved the Major's daughter -
Plump and rosy Molly Bee.

Goes the story, she was Country;
He was mostly Rock and Roll.
And the Major raged in vain, for
He was strictly into Soul.

Molly Bee, dear, we must flee, dear.
There are no ifs, ands or buts,
For your father is a bother,
And he hates my little guts.

Then the Major downed the Miner,
And he smashed him with his hat.
Goes the gory little story -
The Miner Key is now Bee Flat.

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