LINES WROTE WHILST RECOVERIN’ FROM AN ACCIDENT CAUSED BY A HORNET

By Nixon Waterman

O Hornet! When I think'st what thou canst do

To make strong men just hump themselves and run,

Men who wouldst boldly face a ten-inch gun

But lack the “sand” to halt whilst you pursue,

And deem'st thy stinger something they wouldst rue,

I've wondered if, when things that weigh a ton

Flee from thy wrath, thou dost not deem it fun

To chase folks that are so much bigger‘ n you.

Didst I accordin’ to my size possess

The means for gettin’ even thou dost own,

‘ Twouldst be great sport to tackle — well, I guess!—

A boy‘ most any size, and hear him moan

As I didst when thou gavest me that caress

From something hotter than the torrid zone!