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She flies low and agile through the trees
Stinging ones, your defense is no barrier
She’s hunting larvae, wax or living bees
Honeycomb the meal of this brown harrier

Crowd her in whirring and try to land a sting
With a venom coated stinger you feel fierce
But too tough is her armor feathered wing
And even her eyelid far too thick to pierce

You thought yourself an army in your swarm
Your arcing flight will fail to dodge her maw
Hornet huntress with her talons falciform
Will rake apart your wood-pulp with her claw