And I’ll keep you warm, you poor little things.
BOBBIE AND THE BEE.
“Hark, the bee winds its small but mellow horn.”
All roun’ de flowers, you pwitty fly,
All roun’ de flowers an’ me,
You sing so loud! Dess reason why—
You’s happy as tan be.
Bet I tan tatch you if I try.
Zere! now I’s dot you, see!
Boo-hoo! Do ’way, you udly fly!