Ode to Mr. Bumblebee

I was cleaning out my garage today and this bumblebee the size of a Volkswagen kept flying in and out and in and out.  About 8 times he almost flew into my face.  I have composed the following poem to mark the occasion. 

Hello Mr. Bumblebee

Hello Mr. Bumblebee

You scare me half to death

When you fly so close to me

That I can smell your breath.

Hey there Mr. Bumblebee

You’re just not playing fair

When you buzz and flap your wings

And wiz right past my hair.

Whoa Mr. Bumblebee

Flying at my nose

You’d better take a hike my friend

Before I get the hose.

OK Mr. Bublebee

Flying round my face

If you don’t back off a bit

I’m gonna get my mace.

All right Mr. Bumblebee

I’ve really had enough

If you don’t leave me alone

I’ll get the hornet stuff.

Listen Mr. Bumblebee

My temper’s getting hotter

If you don’t back off a bit

I’ll get the flippin swatter.

Really Mr. Bumblebee

You must not understand

If you fly too close to me

I’ll smack you with my hand.

That’s enough Mr. Bumblebee

I’ve had it up to hear

I jump and scream and holler

Every time that you come near

Darn it Mr. Bumblebee

I’m sure that you’re a winner

But give me one more fly by

And I’ll cook you for my dinner!

Where are you Mr. Bumblebee

My ovens on full power

Oh, now that I am done outside

You go a find a flower!

Michy