The big effin bee

[wild foamy]

THE BEE FROM THE OLD TOWN OF EFFEN

(Matt McGinn)

He kept bees in the old town of Effen

An Effen beekeeper was he

And one day this Effen beekeeper

Was stung by a big Effen bee

Now this big Effen beekeeper's wee wife

For the big Effen policeman she ran

For there's nobody can sort out a big Effen bee

Like a big Effen policeman can

The big Effen policeman he did his nut

And he ran down the main Effen street

In his hand was a big Effen baton

He had big Effen boots on his feet

The policeman got hold of this big Effen bee

And he twisted the Effen bee's wings

But thes big Effen bee got his own back

For this big Effen bee had two stings

Now they're both in the Effen museum

Where the Effen folk often come see

The remains of the big Effen policeman

Stung to death by the big Effen bee

That's the end of that wee Effen story

'Tis an innocent wee Effen tale

But if you ever tell it in Effen

You'll end up in the old Effen jail

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Heard this on BBC Radio berkshire, sounds funnier when Henry Wymbs says it with his irish accent