The Wasp

Hundreds of apples In orchards

Plenty of choice for the Wasp,

They choose to ignore all the pickings,

They are after the apple you've got.

The Wasp It will pester you senseless,

Till your apple will slip from your grasp,

The orchards have plenty of apples,

The Wasp It just wants a fresh task.

They get just a taste and move on,

To sting, cause pain and infect,

But one day will fly into a zapper,

To a shock they will never expect.