Fiddle-de-dee, fiddle-de-dee,

The fly has married the bumble-bee.

Says the fly, says he, «Will you marry me?

And live with me, sweet bumble-bee?»

Fiddle-de-dee, fiddle-de-dee,

The fly has married the bumble-bee.

Said the bee, said she, «I’ll live under your wing.

You’ll never know I carry a sting.»

Fiddle-de-dee, fiddle-de-dee,

The fly has married the bumble-bee.

So when parson beetle joined the pair,

They both went out to take the air.

Fiddle-de-dee, fiddle-de-dee,

The fly has married the bumble-bee.

Oh, the flies did buzz and the bells did ring.

Did you ever hear so merry a thing?