Oh little bee
There on my nose,
You want to sting,
I do suppose.

It’s your flower
I mst agree…
Didn’t see you
Oh little bee.

I just wanted
One tiny sniff
And not to cause
This little tiff.

You stand there in
That wicked crouch…
You won’t sting me,
OUCH, OUCH, OUCH, OUCH!