(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