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