I’m a cheerful, buzzing fellow
With a coat of black and yellow.
I’m friendly, too,
As long as you
Do not attack
And try to whack.
But, if you do,
Then it is true
That I may sting
And with a zing.
It’s no offence
So try to look on me as friend;
It all works better in the end.
You see I’m useful in my way.
I pollinate your flowers and prey
On caterpillars that destroy
Your crops; it’s true I may annoy
You when I sting or try to loot
Your homemade jam or fallen fruit.
But think of all the mess I clear,
The pests I eat, the pests you fear.
So do not swipe and cause me strife.
I’m part of the great web of life.