The Hornet’s Nest.

I plunged my stick into the hornet’s nest

And then was surprised to see

That they with great anger emerged

And some of them actually stung me.

Then some of them stung my friends

And some of them my neighbour too;

Then they proceeded to sting my family

And of my enemies quite a few.

And though I might be slow of wit

And prone to many foolish acts

I decided that to meddle and interfere

Can be both painful and incredibly rash.

It’s like grabbing an angry dog by both ears,

You must eventually let the beast go

And the consequences can be nasty indeed

And tear at much more than just ego.

So by my swollen eyes and throbbing nose

I solemnly declare not to interfere

And where hornets and sticks are concerned

I resolve to stay a long way clear.

For hornets are nasty stinging things

And can distribute pain all around;

Sticks are not for wielding or poking

And are harmless when left on the ground.