Humble

Hibid-di-hob the bob, 'nobody asks you, you're a slob!' But come the end O' the day, I'm swept under, don't curl beds with sheets- hi to THE- one more little thing, it's what I would say to the man grumbling- 'this was shorley food for a minx!' Well I say to the women fumbling, how come we are your bees? I can do that too, say my whole life on my knees! I didn't believe in the rouses, or tearful tenacity outside of the wings, but I'll bring this home again, its my third name...