GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM, MR BEE!
I DON'T WANT YOUR STINGER INSIDE OF ME!
SO GO AWAY TO SOME PLACE ELSE,
AND STING SOMETHING TO KILL YOURSELF.

I DO NOT ENJOY BEING STUNG.
IT IS NOT REALLY MY IDEA OF FUN.
BUT I THINK NOW THAT IT IS POSSIBLY TIME
FOR ME TO END THIS HORRENDOUS RHYME.

BUT ONE LAST THING BEFORE I GO,
BECAUSE I'D JUST LIKE TO SHOW
THAT IT REALLY CAUSES HORRID PAIN
TO RHYME THAT WORD WITH MIASMIC RAIN.

THE END!