As the bee his honey sips . . .
Yet I know my day is done,
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful one.
Little Frog.Who slew the Wandering Jew?
Bull-Frogs.Mighty King Mud, mighty King Mud.
Melfort.Sadly, badly, madly I go,
Stumbling, tumbling, grumbling go,
Wearily wander, wearily go.
All my blood is weak and slow;
Heavily beats my heart below;