Two old crows sat on a fence rail,
Thinking of effect and cause,
Of weeds and flowers,
And nature's laws.
One of them muttered, one of them stuttered,
One of them stuttered, one of them muttered.
Each of them thought far more than he uttered.
One crow asked the other crow a riddle:
The muttering crow asked the stuttering crow,
"Why does a bee have a sword to his fiddle?"
"Bee-cause," said the other crow,
("Bee-cause,)
B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B-cause,"
Just then a bee flew close to their rail: -- 
"Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzz
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ZZZZZZZZZ."
And those two black crows turned pale,
And away those crows did sail.
Why?
B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B-cause,"
B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B-cause,"
"Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzz
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ZZZZZZZZZ."