大神速来，帮忙翻译感激不尽

Little Ah Sid was a lemon-faced kid,
With a visage as old as an ape’s;
Saffron son-of-a-gun, He was fond of his fun,
And much given to frolics and japes,
Once in his way,
As Ah Sid was at play,
A big bumblebee flew in the spring.
“Jap butterfly!” Cried he, winking his eye;
“Me catchee and pull off um wing!”
Chorus.
“Kiya, Kiya, Kyrpye, yukakan! Kiya, Kiya, yukakan!”
Sang Little Ah Sid,
That elderly kid,
As he went for that bee from Japan.
He made a sharp snap
At the golden-ring’d chap,
That innocent butterfly-bee,
Which buzzed and which bummed,
And circled and hummed round the head of that little Chinee.
He guessed not the thing had no end of a sting,
As he chased him in malice secure,
And he cried with a grin,
“Buzzy-Wuzzy no win! Me mashee um buttlefly, sure!”
Chorus
“Kiya, Kiya, Kyipye, yukakan! Kiya, kiya, yukakan!”
The Celestial kid, As he after “Um buttlefly” ran,
Little Ah Sid was a pig-headed kid (As well as pig-tailed).
Could he guess what kind of a fly was buzz-wuzzing hard by,
Till he grabbed him with stinging success.
“kiya, Kyipye!”
Yelled Ah Sid, as that bee stung him hard in a sensitive spot.
“Kiya Yukakan! Hang um Japanese man, Um buttlefly velly much hot!”
“Kiya, Kiya, Kyipye, yukakan! Kiya, kiya, yukakan!”
Howled hopping Ah Sid, “Um hurt me, um did, UmButtlefly bites—in Jaoan!!!”