T Was Fiddledeedee Who Put To Sea With A Rollicking Buccaneer Bumblebee: An Acorn-Cup Was Their Hollow Boat A Rakish Craft Was Their Acorn-Boat And Their Sail A Butterfly'S Wing; Their Mast, A Bit O' The Stem Of An Oat, A Jaunty Jib Was This Bit Of An Oat, And Their Rudder A Hornet'S Sting, By Jing! Their Rudder A Hornet'S Sting. In An Acorn-Cup They Put To Sea, Did Fiddledeedee And The Bumblebee. "We'll Sail To The Isles Of Tweedledumdee," Quoth Fiddledeedee To The Bumblebee: So They Steered Past The Isles Of Cream And Ice Oh, Cold Were The Isles Of Cream And Ice And Came To The Sea Of Ginger Beer; And There, By The City Of Sugar And Spice The Sweet, Sweet City Of Sugar And Spice Their Acorn-Boat Upset, My Dear, I Hear Their Acorn Boat Upset, My Dear. "Good-By To The Isles Of Tweedledumdee," Said Fiddledeedee To The Bumblebee.