A little bee, that's what I am
visiting your picnic, on that juicy piece of ham.
People don't notice, not even give me a glance
until they bring their food up, to be pierced on their lance.

I buzz and scream all around,
"What are you doing? Have I not been found?"
When they hear the boisterous mighty roar,
they act all scared, almost fell to the floor.

As they swat and flap their giant wings,
this chaotic mess is the stupidest of all things.
Away I go, back to my humble nest,
to relay to the others, "I did my best."

Out of the frying pan and into the fire,
as I got back, it seemed quite dire.
Perched on two legs, the bear disturbed our work,
while thinking to myself, "Man, what a ****!"