A little bit of trochaic tetrameter:
Valedictory
When your picnic comes in summer
Then the summer brings the hummer,
Such a bright and breezy fellow
In his suit of black and yellow.
He’s a wasp and it is gospel
Any self-respecting wasp’ll
Write himself an invitation
To your summer delectation.
He’s an instant panic bringer
With his nasty little stinger.
How he irritates and wearies,
But how brief his gay career is.
For a teaspoon or a paper
Serves to terminate his caper.
It’s no more than a hiatus
From his birth to his quietus.
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