Not a version, but there's a song (can't remember the author) about veteran east Clare piper and fiddle player, the late Martin Rocheford, who was a keen bee-keeper.
He drove across-country to acquire a queen bee for is hive and, having carefully selected one, started on the drive home. It being a warm day, he stopped for a pint and and a bite to eat and, returning to the car he decided to have a nap before resuming his journey. He let the bee loose in the car "to give her some exercise", and fell asleep. After a short while he was awoken by a tickling on his nose and, taking of his cap, he swatted his 'investment' flat.
Jim Carroll