
I'm deathly afraid,
Of these three.
Afraid of the stings,
They leave on me.
I've been stung,
Several times by bees.
They chased me some,
I managed to flee.
One morning while,
Laying in bed.
I felt something,
Bite me on my head.
I slapped and found,
To my surprise.
A yellow jacket,
Stung me on the side.
I'm vary wary,
Cause next in line.
Is the harsh hornet,
Biding his time.