Lounging lazy in the grass
You just can't relax
For along will come some buzzing thing
Some pesky pest too big for its' britches
A daredevil pipsqueak with confident wings
Don't you see how gigantic I am
I would say to the misguided fellow
Go bug someone else while you still can
I suggest that you turn tail and go
Hornets, wasps or fat honeybees
Be on your way as I lounge in the grass
I am deadly with the swat of a hat
You can be the ball and my hat the bat.
You have wings and a stinger it's true
Something to send suburbanites fleeing
But with me those weapons won't do
Don't mess with a lazy human being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting one. Thanks