It’s a story – one of glory – of the bold Miss Sarah Bee
Who became the meanest bulldog that the press would ever see.
Once a simple southern lady, she became a superstar,
But the light she was reflecting left her with a psychic scar.
Those believing her deceiving are as blind as they can be
To the dog that barked behind her. They respect their Sarah Bee.
Once a darling and a starling to the big dog of the pack,
She has lost their confidence. Now, she has left not looking back.
…Quite assumin’ of a woman that her bonnet for a bee
Could protect her form the specter that most others cannot see.
There’s no reason not to go for governor of Arkansas.
Working well in such a crime scene, she knows much about the law.
Who defined your bleak one-niner? Do you have an enemy
Such that meeting with The People is something you cannot see?
Well, my darlin’, like a marlin who’s escaped back to the sea,
You are free form close encounters involving misogyny.
Highfalutin, verbal shootin’, tyrant rootin’ Sarah Bee
…Hope you’re lost and gone forever. We The People do agree.