Sorry bee
I feared he'd sting me on the earI wanted him to disappear
So when he landed on my chest
I hit him hard, that's the rest
Now I'll tell you one thing
I was frightened of his sting
I took his life with my hand
Now I know longer understand
I played god, to this tiny bee
Maybe he wasn't going to sting me
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