Poem number 331
Things With Stings
Things with stings are never good
They tend to hurt your hand
They’re evil and malicious
And I think they should be banned
They should be tortured, hour by hour
Their stings pulled out with tongs
They should make some reparation
For their stinging, evil wrongs
Down with things with stings I say
They reek of deadly sin!
Let’s swat them from our wholesome air
And hurl them in the bin!