 | Rhymes and jingles by Mary Mapes Dodge |  |
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Bumble of Bumbleby
Bumble of Bumbleby bumped his nose,Trying to light on a damask rose;
He bumped his nose, but he didn't care
As he pitched about in the dizzy air.
Whenever he tried to his love to fly,
He would scurry ahead and pass her by;
So he tumbled at last on a larkspur near,
And buzzed his business into her ear.
| Rhymes and jingles by Mary Mapes Dodge | |