Fiddledeedee And The Bumblebee

'T was Fiddledeedee who put to sea     With a rollicking buccaneer Bumblebee:     An acorn-cup was their hollow boat     A rakish craft was their acorn-boat     And their sail a butterfly's wing;     Their mast, a bit o' the stem of an oat,     A jaunty jib was this bit of an oat,     And their rudder a hornet's sting,     By jing!     Their rudder a hornet's sting.     In an acorn-cup they put to sea,     Did Fiddledeedee and the Bumblebee.     "We'll sail to the Isles of Tweedledumdee,"     Quoth Fiddledeedee to the Bumblebee:     So they steered past the Isles of Cream and Ice     Oh, cold were the Isles of Cream and Ice     And came to the Sea of Ginger Beer;     And there, by the City of Sugar and Spice     The sweet, sweet City of Sugar and Spice     Their acorn-boat upset, my dear,     I hear     Their acorn boat upset, my dear.     "Good-by to the Isles of Tweedledumdee,"     Said Fiddledeedee to the Bumblebee.