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Flies and moths and wasps and bees
Flit among the summer trees
Searching for, while they’re in flight,
A proper place to take a bite…
Or use a stinger, poised to stick,
(Or grabby claws, if one’s a tick).
Whatever creature’s in their way
May find them hard to keep at bay.
We humans, though we are aware,
Are still not able to prepare
And so, we often are annoyed
By insects that we can’t avoid.
This season’s great in many ways –
The flowers, warmth and longer days,
But I’m not one who’s summer-smitten
‘Cause I don’t like being bitten!