Uploaded June 2026 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
"Junebug"
June sits quietly at parties
Like a photograph on a wall
Then somebody laughs too suddenly
And she’s buzzing through the hall
Someone asks her what she’s thinking
She just presses up her lips
Then she’s weaving through the guests again
And around the bowls of chips
And they call her Junebug
Buzz buzz, buzzing by
Through the birthday cake and paper hats
Like she’s late for July
Junebug
Buzz buzz, don’t ask why
She’s the quietest girl you’ve ever met
Till she starts to fly
At the library on Wednesday
Everybody’s reading books
Then somebody turns a page too sharply
And she gets those Junebug looks
Mr. Jenkins drops his pencil
Mrs. Carter loses track
Junebug loops around the atlases
Then quietly drifts back
Junebug
Buzz buzz, buzzing through
Like a tiny propeller airplane
Following a map nobody drew
Junebug
Buzz buzz, circling round
She can make three laps of a reading room
With that soft familiar sound
Some folks say she hears a frequency
Nobody else can hear
Some folks think she’s looking for something
She hopes won’t appear
Old Miss Murphy swears she knew her
Back before the buzz began
But she never says what happened then
And nobody asks again
Sunday morning in the church pews
Everything is calm and still
Then a hymn book falls two rows behind her
And she’s drifting past the windowsill
Father Tom just keeps on preaching
Like he hasn’t seen a thing
‘Cause around here everybody knows
You can’t stop the buzz in spring
Junebug
Buzz buzz, there she goes
Through the casseroles and coffee cups
And between the folding rows
Junebug
Buzz buzz, passing through
She’s a quiet little mystery
In a cardigan and tennis shoes
June sits quietly at parties
Like she’s made of sleep and fog
Then somebody blinks and there she goes
Buzz buzz.
Gone
"Junebug"
June sits quietly at parties
Like a photograph on a wall
Then somebody laughs too suddenly
And she’s buzzing through the hall
Someone asks her what she’s thinking
She just presses up her lips
Then she’s weaving through the guests again
And around the bowls of chips
And they call her Junebug
Buzz buzz, buzzing by
Through the birthday cake and paper hats
Like she’s late for July
Junebug
Buzz buzz, don’t ask why
She’s the quietest girl you’ve ever met
Till she starts to fly
At the library on Wednesday
Everybody’s reading books
Then somebody turns a page too sharply
And she gets those Junebug looks
Mr. Jenkins drops his pencil
Mrs. Carter loses track
Junebug loops around the atlases
Then quietly drifts back
Junebug
Buzz buzz, buzzing through
Like a tiny propeller airplane
Following a map nobody drew
Junebug
Buzz buzz, circling round
She can make three laps of a reading room
With that soft familiar sound
Some folks say she hears a frequency
Nobody else can hear
Some folks think she’s looking for something
She hopes won’t appear
Old Miss Murphy swears she knew her
Back before the buzz began
But she never says what happened then
And nobody asks again
Sunday morning in the church pews
Everything is calm and still
Then a hymn book falls two rows behind her
And she’s drifting past the windowsill
Father Tom just keeps on preaching
Like he hasn’t seen a thing
‘Cause around here everybody knows
You can’t stop the buzz in spring
Junebug
Buzz buzz, there she goes
Through the casseroles and coffee cups
And between the folding rows
Junebug
Buzz buzz, passing through
She’s a quiet little mystery
In a cardigan and tennis shoes
June sits quietly at parties
Like she’s made of sleep and fog
Then somebody blinks and there she goes
Buzz buzz.
Gone
