In a province of France
Lies the little town of Effin
And this recitation tells the story
Of one of the residents
Whos hobby was Beekeeping
.. and it goes like this.......
He kept bees in the old town of Effin
An Effin Beekeeper was he.
And one day this Effin Beekeeper
Was Stung by a big Effin Bee.
Now the big Effin Beekeepers wee Effin Wife
For the big Effin Policeman she ran
For there's nobody can sort out a big Effin Bee
Like a big Effin Policeman can
Now this big Effin Policeman, he did his nut
And he ran down the main Effin Street
In his hand was a big Effin Baton
And he had big Effin Boots on his feet.
The Policeman got hold of this big Effin Bee
He twisted the Effin Bee's wings
But this big Effin Bee got its own back
For this Big Effin Bee had two stings!
Now they're both in the Effin Museum
But the Effin folk often come see
The remains of the big Effin Policeman
Stung to death by the big Effin Bee!
Thats the end of wee Effin story
Tis' an innocent wee Effin tale
But if you ever tell it in Effin
You'll end up in the Old Effin Jail
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