Have you ever thought to consider

What it might be like to be

A black and yellow fuzzy buzzing

Bumblebee like me

I get migraines I get headaches

I get this buzzing in my ear

Watch out you don't sit on me

And I'll watch out for your rear

A four-winged hairy insect

Is what I'm meant to be

People always run away

As soon as they see me

Once I stung a little boy

Afterall I am a bee

The next day I broke out in hives

I had an allergy

Life's not all milk and honey

If you're a bee these days

You get stepped on You get swatted

And shot at with poison sprays

Splattered on a windshield

Survivors are so few

Runover by a lawnmower

Or crushed beneath a shoe