Huge,
With small beady eyes
Slashing paws,
Deafening cries,
It bounds towards you,
Demanding the treat you have,
You’d give it to him,
If you weren’t a bee.
So you sting him in the nose,
He yelps,
Sending a shower of slobber on you.
Ain’t that gross!
Finally afraid,
He bounds away,
Into a land of better prey.
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