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