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The hornet looked down on the field below,
  Then said to his honeybee friend,
  “That alluring sweet scent that does blow, 
  Means I’ve got work to attend!“
  The honeybee nodded, “Yes, let’s quench our thirst,  
  We can have fun on a nectar spree,’’
  ‘Well true, said the hornet, but I saw it first,
  So that field belongs just to me-"
  The honeybee turned without making the buzz,
  She always made when saying goodbye,
  The hornet took stance and shook all his fuzz, 
  As the honeybee let out a sigh-
  The honeybee asked, “Why can't we agree."
  Where's all your manners and charm?”
  Then looking down she was surprised to see,
  Something that gave her alarm!
  The honeybee tried to warn her friend,
  By spinning and turning around,
  “Better stop now ‘cause you’ll come to your end,
  If you dare fly into that ground-“
  The hornet smirked and became very loud,
  “I’m greedy and I don’t care-
  To me, more than one is a crowd,
  And these flowers I’m not going share-”
  Now the pitcher plants intently gazed up,
  Applauding the words that were said,
  They knew that the selfish, greedy hornet was "SUP," 
  And would end up ‘midst their petals with dread! 

Now dear reader, I hope the lesson here is one that you will heed;
Misfortune may await you, if you take what you want with greed!

End of Poem - 

but FYI Pitcher plants emit a sweet scent, attracting bees 
and other insects and once an insect ventures into the
 mouth of  these plant, it will face a long, suffering death...

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