This thing flew into the garden today
What it happens to be, I really can’t say
If a bird, it’s absurd
If a bug it’s a thug
I didn’t quite know when it flew on away.
But I captured it here in a camera shot
To ponder this thing with a little more thought
It’s snout it sticks out
It’s legs are like pegs
A BUG, I find myself thinking a lot.
Oh No! Oh Heck! Please help, my dear
This is the scariest guest of the year
A bee times three
Scares the pee out of me
Now we must all move away from here.
But when I look close, my heart it may ring
For on its big butt, is nary a sting
A friend, I pretend
My pal, somehow
The curious overgrown flying bug thing.