Waspy was a summer wasp
With black and yellow stripes
He used to buzz and buzz all day
Getting in everybody’s way

Waspy flew here and Waspy flew there,
Getting into everybody’s hair
The people tried to shoo him away
But in Waspy's mind this was not OK

Waspy loved ice cream, and candyfloss
When he saw children with these, Waspy was boss
He was fast; he buzzed loud and never missed a chance
But he had great fun seeing people trying to dance.

He knew not why they would be scared
He just wanted to be loved, seen and cared
Oh yes he had a sting in his tail
But this was only a small detail

Now Waspy’s buzz was worse than his sting
Perhaps if he had a bell, he could ring.
All he wanted was the whole world to know
He wanted to be the star of the show.

If only people would leave him alone.
He could make a small noise just like small telehone
If Waspy was left along to do his own thing
There would be no need to worry; he would not need his sting.

Waspy could be grumpy, Waspy could be cross
But Waspy could be happy and not really care a toss
All he wanted was a little bit of love, and a little bit of care
But all everyone would say to him “Just sting me if you dare”

Poor Waspy could not win

Barbara Brewin December 2002