Into the Dragon’s mouth he goes;
Never afraid is he!
There’s honey within for him, he knows,
Clever old Bumble Bee!
The mouth snaps tight; he is lost to sight—
How will he ever get out?
He’s doing it backwards—nimbly too,
Though he is somewhat stout!
Off to another mouth he goes;
Never a rest has he;
He must fill his honey-bag full, he knows—
Busy old Bumble Bee!
And Snapdragon’s name is only a game—
It isn’t as fierce as it sounds;
The Snapdragon elf is pleased as Punch
When Bumble comes on his rounds!