Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee,
The fly has married the humble bee.
Says the fly, says he,
"Will you marry me,
And live with me,
Sweet humble bee?"]
2 Says the bee, says she,
"I'll live under your wing,
"And you'll never know
"That I carry a sting."
Fiddle-de-dee, &c.
3 So when the parson
Had joined the pair,
They both went out
To take the air,
Fiddle-de-dee, &c.
4 And the flies did buzz,
And the bells did ring—
Did ever you hear
So merry a thing?
Fiddle-de-dee, &c.
5 And then to think
That of all the flies
The humble bee
Should carry the prize.
Fiddle-de-dee, &c.