Spy Fry Poem by Ima Ryma

In Japan, there's bee-hornet war.
A hornet scout finds the bee hive.
One hornet means there will be more.
The hornet must not leave alive.
Hundreds of bees swarm in a ball,
Surrounding the hornet inside,
Flapping their wings by the bees all,
Causing the hornet to be fried.
One hundred and fifteen degrees
Fahrenheit by flapping make be
One dead hornet scout, and the bees
Do a bee dance in victory.

Sometimes the scout escapes, alas,
And hornets do attack in mass.