Yellow
The endless buzzing that comes from swarms
It's hard to hide from when it's warm
Some yellow and black with wings on their back
Some red in the south and others just lack
I run I hide to get away
To see them come just makes me sway
Sweat dripping down my face in the heat
They fly around and know I'm beat
Hornets, bees, yellow jackets, and more
Just kill me inside when I see them soar
This fear they've washed all over me
Makes my normal life so hard to be
Oh how I wish they'd leave me alone
So I could live and never groan
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