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Vespula Vulgaris

A wasp swooned beneath;

Upon the breeze unto my lip

antenna first.

And there it drank

what had seemed seen sweet

but was the run from the dew-sweat

gathered in the philtrum nook.

If only it were honey

And the wings buzzing;

and neither were stinging.