With the wing of a bumble-bee--Heigh-ho!
With the wing of a bumble-bee.
'She is rigged with the hair of a lady's curl,
And her lantern is made of a gleaming pearl,
And it never goes out in a gale--Heigh-ho!
It never goes out in a gale.
'Her mast is made of a very long thorn,
She calls her crew with a cricket's horn,
And a spider spun her sail--Heigh-ho!
A spider he spun her sail.
'She carries a cargo of baby souls,