It comes around during spring
And stays all summer long
In fall, they start to flee
But in winter they fall

Spring is here, when they are near
Flying from Tulips to Roses
They use their stingers to help them grow
But to me, they are deadly with those

I heard them Buzzing in me ear
There’re not that far away
Flying around all in my face
Huge and big they be, their wigs

Yellow and Black with needles on their back
Curiosity, they don’t lack
One sight of them, and I crack
Sending chills down my back

By this time am out of sight
Crazy you think, I might