'Arriet (as a bee alights on her hand). "My word, 'Arry, wot a pretty fly!"
(Sting.)
"Crikey! ain't 'is feet 'ot!"
"'Ullo, Jim, look 'ere! 'Ere's a noo stachoo! Lend us yer knife!"
'Arriet (as a bee alights on her hand). "My word, 'Arry, wot a pretty fly!"
(Sting.)
"Crikey! ain't 'is feet 'ot!"
"'Ullo, Jim, look 'ere! 'Ere's a noo stachoo! Lend us yer knife!"