Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If your Kwanzaa candles ain't 100% beeswax,
"Die young, leave a pretty corpse," that's what I say.
You know, Santa may have killed Scruffy, but he makes a good point.
No no y-y-y-you wouldn't hear about it
Let me ask you something, you sting my wife?
When they say, you'll be happy just give it time.
To communicate with the bees,
Preferably in song.
Robanukah may sound as if it's Jewish
Sugar plummy visions will be dancing in your head
I placed instruments under your seats.
And if Grandma's Xmas fruitcake finally reaches critical mass
One unit of free, limitless solar power, please.
Maybe a taste of sweet nectar straight from the hive?
They won't just turn up in a salad at Olive Garden.
with oil means more to me than life itself.
Well, now that won't do.
What kind of buzzing question is that?
Daniele Liotti: Aladar
Listen up, bees. It's Kwanzaa, a time of Umoja.
Yeah, but what a way to go.