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You make me jes’ a little nervouser Than any dog-gone bug I ever see! And you know night's the time to pester me — When any tetch at all‘ ll rub the fur

Of all my patience back'ards! You're the myrrh And ruburb of my life! A bumblebee Cai n't hold a candle to you; and a he Bald hornet, with a laminated spur

In his hip pocket, daresent even cheep When you're around! And, dern ye! you have made Me lose whole ricks and stacks and piles of sleep,— And many of a livelong night I've laid

And never shut an eye, hearin’ you keep Up that eternal buzzin’ serenade!