Wretched Little Bee

You fly around my head

Wretched little bee

I’d much rather eat you ‘til dead!

Of course, before you eat me.

But I don’t underestimate you little bee

Nor do I underestimate myself

So I shall chase you little thing with glee!

Until I have you rotting on my shelf.

I shall chase you round the bed

And perhaps take a sip of tea

Then attempt to whack you with stick of lead!

Before you try to whack me.

I am just a jay you see

But I am in much better health

And I will not let you petulant thing free!

At least not until I beat you myself.

And so I sat down and I read

With my sharp claws at my knee

Waiting for you witty bee with dread.

And when you came, I did call “Quee!”

And round I chased you, little bee!

I stalked you with my graceful stealth

And I will have you all for me!

And add you as my extra wealth.

Now to finish you off with this beak on my head

I slice, slice, slice at thee!

And satisfied I am now you are dead.

It’s about time I get back to my tea.