Mud Daubers Unwelcome
Hornets came flying in from all directions
Skidding to a stop, showing no kinds of affections.
They filled the kitchen, they filled the hall.
The wasps joined them and had a ball.
The mud daubers heard and tried to crash.
Which was truly pushy and rather rash.
A fight ensued, they stung each other almost to death.
I heard this account from my curious cousin Beth.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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