Have you ever thought to consider What it might be like to be A black and yellow fuzzy buzzing Bumblebee like me I get migraines, I get headaches, I get this buzzing in my ear. Watch out you don't sit on me And I'll watch out for your rear. A four-winged hairy insect Is what I'm meant to be. People always run away As soon as they see me. Once I stung a little boy (Afterall I am a bee). The next day I broke out in hives I had an allergy. Life's not all milk and honey. If you're a bee these days. You get stepped on. You get swatted And shot at with poison sprays. Splattered on a windshield. Survivors are so few. Runover by a lawnmower Or crushed beneath a shoe