These Buzzing Things
I do not like these buzzing things that fly, and bite, and sting.
Sometimes they make me dance as if, I too, had wings.
I hop and jump and skip and run, but before I know it, "ouch!" I'm stung.
Oh, why can't they be nice to me;
I try to be nice to them.
But every time I hear a "buzz,"
They’re after me again.
Oh, tell me, what did I do?
Why do they follow me?
Do they attack you too?
Or is spring just the time for buzzing things to be all a whir in the air?
The sun has returned.
The little flowers have started to bloom.
And I'm seeing animals such as the deer and rabbits out too.
Could it be?
Are they like me?
Do they dance?
Do they sing?
Are they too glad that it is spring?
They are, you say?
Well, that's good and all.
I know.
But I sure wish these little buzzing things would just leave me alone!
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