(To the same tune as “Old Hogan’s Goat”)

There was a bee-i-ee-i-ee

Sat on a wall i-all-i-all

And he could sting i-ing-i-ing

And that’s not all-i-all-i-all

There was a boy-i-oy-i-oy

He gave that bee-i-ee-i-ee

An awful lick i-ick-i-ick

And then that bee i-ee-i-ee

Began to sting i-ing-i-ing

He stung that boy i-oy-i-oy

An’ then that boy began to yell i-ell-i-ell

He told the bee i-ee-i-ee

To go to – – – way down yonder in the corn patch,

Where they don’t sell lemonade or pop-pop-bang