(G.Kooymans)
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