Fiddle-de-dee, fiddle-de-dee,
The f ly has married the bumblebee,
Says the f ly, says he,
“Will you marry me,
And live with me, sweet bumblebee?”
Fiddle-de-dee, fiddle-de-dee,
The f ly has married the bumblebee!
Fiddle-de-dee, fiddle-de-dee,
The f ly has married the bumblebee,
Says the bee, says she,
“I’ll live under your wing,
And you’ll never know I carry a sting.”
Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee,
The f ly has married the bumblebee!