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?
Says the bee, says she,
I'll under your wing
And you'll never know that I carry a sting
Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de dee,
The Fly has married the humble bee
So, when the parson
Had joined the pair,
They both went out
To take the air.
Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de dee,
The Fly has married the humble bee
And the flies did buzz,
And the bells did ring;
Did ever you hear
So merry a thing?
Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de dee,
The Fly has married the humble bee
And then to think
That of all the flies,
The humble bee
Should carry the prize!
Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de dee,
The Fly has married the humble bee
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