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It's small but larger than a bee, And agile as a flea. It humms but does not buzz, And it's not covered with fuzz. It is a small collector, Of juicy flower nectar.
Long slim and slender. Dark as homemade thunder. Keen eyes and peaked nose. Scares the Devil wherever it goes.
Creeping on its belly, curled into a ring. Eyes forever open, beware its lethal sting
He calls in the morning, the day to renew, if his owner gets hungry, he'll be turned to stew. What is he?
What lives where it cannot breathe and has a hole in its back
Why can't Kevin, who is now living in Canada, not be buried in the USA?