Good evening, Mister Bumblebee, Dost thou have a sting for me? You've clearly made your presence known, By capturing me with your pheromone. Wilt thou weaken my immunity, So to sting with impunity? Dost thou care I'll burn with desire? No known salve to quench my fire. I've no defense, I've been overcome, Inflammation's rising, itching's begun, I'll thrum with you most pleasantly, Addicted
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