Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee,
The fly has married the humble bee.
Says the fly, says he,
"Will you marry me,
And live with me,
Sweet humble bee?"

Says the bee, says she,
"I'll live under your wing,
And you'll never know
That I carry a sting."
Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee,
The fly has married the humble bee.

So when the parson
Had joined the pair,
They both went out
To take the air,
Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee,
The fly has married the humble bee.

And the flies did buzz,
And the bells did ring -
Did ever you hear
So merry a thing?
Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee,
The fly has married the humble bee.

And then to think
That of all the flies
The humble bee
Should carry the prize.
Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee,
The fly has married the humble bee.