wasp
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One summer day
Lazing by the window
I saw a wasp
Orange and yellow
I jumped from the chair
Screaming in fear
Afraid of the sting
As the wasp flew near
Lazily humming, bumbling from flower to flower.
A little here, a little there,
Helpful little worker bees
Collecting nectar for the hive.
Tiny fuzzy bodies landing gently on soft petals
