Let us sing a song of the robber fly,
One look at it and you'll know why It has a name for thievery: It stole the suit of the bumblebee. They're so much fun for little boys, Much more fun than store-bought toys. They catch these buzzy little creatures And terrorize their grade-school teachers Who do not know a forehead white Means it cannot sting or bite.
It's false in such a case as this
David Martin |
This poem was inspired by Rudy Mancke, a naturalist at South Carolina Public Television. I first learned from him that the proper name for what we had always called a white-headed bumblebee was really a large black robber fly. |
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