A hornet sat in an old elm tree A regular spiteful toad was he He merrily sang as he did sit Stings as sharp as a bayonet Saying who so bold and fierce as I? I fear not bee nor wasp nor fly
A beetle up that tree did climb And scornfully did cast his eye He says"Sir hornet who gived thee The right to sit in that there tree? For though the stings so rare and fine I tell thee that's a house o mine"
The hornet's conscious feeled a-smart But growing bold with his long dart Says he “possession makes the law Here they shouldn't put a claw Be off and leave the tree to me The muck looks good enough for thee”
Just then a woodpecker passing by Was asked by both their cause to try Says he “‘Tis very plain to see Tha'll make a famous lunch for me” His beak was sharp, his stomach near So up he snapped the quarreling pair
So you that be to law inclined This little story bear in mind If to law you ever do go You'll find the law might serve you so You'll meet the fate of these there two They'll take your coat and carcass too And make a meal right out of youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
