When I looked out this morning,
What do you think I saw?
Six dried peas and one dead bee,
A-hanging round my front door.
Who was the hand that put them there?
What did they do it for?
Surely putting peas and bees
Must contravene some law?
Now, bees and peas can spread disease,
So keep your locks secure,
And beware those things that rhyme with cheese,
A-laying on the floor.
What do you think I saw?
Six dried peas and one dead bee,
A-hanging round my front door.
Who was the hand that put them there?
What did they do it for?
Surely putting peas and bees
Must contravene some law?
Now, bees and peas can spread disease,
So keep your locks secure,
And beware those things that rhyme with cheese,
A-laying on the floor.
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