Songs of a Savoyard by Sir W. S. (William Schwenck) Gilbert
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page 127 of 131 (96%)
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Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.
Her Majesty wore an angry frown, In fact, her Majesty's foot was down - Her Majesty sulked - declined to sup - In short, her Majesty's back was up. Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz. Her foot was down and her back was up! That hive contained one obstinate bee (His name was Peter), and thus spake he - "Though every bee has shown white feather, To bow to tyranny I'm not prone - Why should a hive swarm all together? Surely a bee can swarm alone?" Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz. Upside down and inside out, Backwards, forwards, round about, Twirling here and twisting there, Topsy turvily everywhere - Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz. Pitiful sight it was to see Respectable elderly high-class bee, Who kicked the beam at sixteen stone, Trying his best to swarm alone! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz. Trying his best to swarm alone! The hive were shocked to see their chum (A strict teetotaller) teetotum - |
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