Bee

When I bought my bee in a second-hand shop

I couldn’t quite catch what it said.

But I knew it was grizzling and griping and grouching

And clutching its poor sore head.

It was tripping and slipping and rolling around,

Because what it was, you see,

Was a jumble mumble grumble stumble tumble bumble bee.

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