Clarinda Nancy Lee

Came up and said to me,

“My honey, will you be,

Will you be my honeybee?”

I stung her on the lips,

I stung her on the cheek;

I stung her on her be-hind—

She slapped me very quick!

And now I am bee-woken,

But oh well, what the hecks.

I thought when she had spoken

She really wanted sex!