Insects. poem

There was once a wasp with many words
he said so many things
but his words were lies
and one sad day, despite his words the wasp flew away

There then came a swarm of ants
crawling, creeping everywhere
dirty, rotten twitching beasts
who were quickly swept away

There came after this a bumble bee
big and bronze and strong
hiding the sweetness beneath the power
he flew from flower to flower
and then the bee stung my heart,
and perhaps lost his own
no longer free to roam around
I took the bee back home.