He has a
            dancing bee!

    A
            dancing bee!

    That's right,
      he has a
            dancing bee!

    Colonel Newton's
      Traveling Medicine
         Show — and he
    has a
            dancing bee!

    Crowd drew
      from all towns –
         far and wide –
    to see the
      Colonel's
            dancing bee!

    What a wonder
      to behold – what
         a sight to see,
    as that little
      soft shoe artist
         danced on the
    head of a nail.

            Never,
    never before
      has there been such
         a wonder!

    People from around
      the state flocked
         to see the
            dancing bee!

     Newspaper men –
      with cameras
         and pads — flash
    bulbs popping —
      jotting zillions
         of notes ....

    Word spread and
      all the people
         country wide
    rushed to see the
            dancing bee!

    Loud chorus
      rose to the skies
         as those who
    could see, watched
      the little fella
         do his tap'n
            sand.

    Then, the whole
      world
         crossed the
    oceans — surging
      to our shores –
         to see this famous
            dancing bee!

    And,
    see they did —
      for days watching
         the show.

    Oh, glory be —
      the Colonel was
         fast becoming
    a rich man —
      and richer yet to
         become!

    Now —
      to reveal
         the big secret...

    Now —
      to pull the big surprise —
         tell 'em all,
    Colonel...
      tell the world as
         it listens with
    cocked ear....
                         well...
    THE
       BEE
         CAN
            ALSO
               SING!

    Make him sing!
      Make him sing!!
         We want to
    hear —
      make him sing!!!

    World crowd fanned
      to fever pitch
         awaiting to hear
    the great
            singing bee!

    ... well...
         pity...
         pity...
         pity...
    mumbling and
      grumbling —
         catcalls and
    jeers.

    The world slowly
      turned and
         left for home.
    "We want our money
      back!" was the cry.

    What's wrong?!
      What happened?
         Why the dismay?
    Why the disgust?

    "We want our money
      back!!" ... again
         was the cry.

    The Colonel had left...
      the bee right behind...
         eluding the irate...
    and pocketing the take.

    Not until weeks
      later — did
         the newspapers
    reveal the tale
      of woe —
         and tragic it
    was —
      in the words of
         the local tribune:

    "The dancing was
      good... but the
         little fella just
    couldn't carry
                             a tune!"

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