When little Lizzie came across
A birdie, or a chick,
A duckling, or a gosling,
she would poke it with a stick.
She chased the dog, she chased the cat,
But when she saw a mouse
She gave a scream so very loud
It echoed through the house.
She poked the turtles and the frogs
And thought it was fine fun,
But when the geese poked out their necks
At her, she had to run.
One day she chanced to find a hive
With not a bee about,
And said, "Is any one at home?
"I'll very soon find out!"
And so she did. As soon as she
Had poked her stick inside,
The bees flew out and stung her so
She very nearly died.
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