Buzzy-Wuzzy, Busy Fly, Yellow belly, beady eye! Buzzy-Wuzzy ran around, Buzzy-Wuzzy found a pound. Off she went to the Bazaar And she bought a samovar: «Come and meet me, Bugs and Roaches! I invite you all to tea!» Roaches gathered without number, Emptied tumbler after tumbler. And the bugs, too, honest hearts — Each three cups with milk and tarts. So it went on, hale a hearty, Buzzy-Wuzzy’s Birthday Party! Then a jolly flock of Fleas Brought her boots: «Do wear them, please!» And no common boots were they: With gold buckles, bright and gay...