Classic Poem

Oh Dolly dear tum on the swing
I want to talk to you
About the orpul silly fing
That Dada's doin to do.

He's been with Ma Ma to the show
And Dranma if you please
And this is what he's doin to do
Mate honey out od bees.

I don't fink I would like to eat
The honey made wif bees
Betause they've such hairy feet
And drate bid yellow knees.

I spect he'll put em in a pot
And cook em just like stew
And when he's dot em boylin hot
He'll screeze em out like blue.

I don't think it is dood to eat
Made out of wings and hair
It should be made wif something sweet
And I won't eat it — there.