Our insect friend just flew around
Without a worldly care
We were a bit uncomfortable
He landed on our hair
His black and yellow stripes warned us
That he held painful sting
But we remained companions through
The whole weekend’s camping
He didn’t hurt us, not a bit
He shared in all our joy
Although he buzzed a little loud
Which sometimes did annoy
We didn’t mind it very much
And learned to love him more
When we decided that his name
Would ever be Seymour