Major Bumble-Bee

    “Bum! bum!” here he has come,
    With a melancholy music
Like a little bass drum;
    Yellow-coated drummer-boy,
Looking rather glum!
    Finding all his summer joy
In a hollow hum,
    “Bum! bum! bum!”

Room, room, give him the bloom
    Of the daisy & the clover,
And the lily’s perfume;
    Surly worded Bumble-Bee
Muttering of doom;
    Solemn-hearts of Bumble Bee,
    Humble-bee, or grumble-bee, –
Animated gloom!
    “Boom! boom! boom!”

“Bum, bum,” solemn & grum,
    With his military uniform,
He thinks he is some;
    Imitating Bonaparte
Like a Tommy thumb,
    Or the living Bonaparte;
    With a coup d’ e’tat as hearty
Pirating a house!
    “Bum! bum! bum!”

Fum, fum, fee, fo & fum,
    Terrible as Carmorceau 
Ere Jack had over-come,
    Bumble-bee the yellow-coated
Major with his drum,
    Rotting out his hollow-noted
“Rumble-dum-tum,
    Bum! bum bum!”

Come, come, you old humdrum,
    You are welcome to holly hock,
Peach-gum & plum;
    Swing among the lily-bells
Humming till your drunk;
    Sipping from my lily-bells
    Honey-dew to fill your cells,
You needn’t be so glum!
    “Bum! bum! bum!”