He kept
bees in the Scot’s town of Effen
A wise Effen bee keeper was he
When one day this Effen bee keeper
Got stung by a big Effen bee!!!!!
Now the
Effen bee keepers “wee” Effen wife
For the big Effen “ polis “ she ran
For there’s naebody can sort out a big Effen bee
Like a big Effen polis man can
Now the
big Effen polis was fit as a fiddle
And he ran doon the main Effen street
In his hand was a big Effen baton
He had big Effen boots on his feet
Now the
big Effen polis caught the big Effen bee
And he twisted the Effen bee’s wings
But the big Effen bee goat it’s ain back
‘Cos this big Effen bee hud twae stings
Now
they’re both in the Effen museum
Where the Effen folk oft come tae see
The remains of the big Effen polis
Stung tae death by a big Effen bee.
Oskar
