The Bee and I

There’s a bee in the kitchen!
O what shall I do?
There’s a bee in the kitchen!
It might sting me too.

I hide behind the pans
in some kind of dance,
but the bee has got plans,
so I don’t stand a chance.

Towards me it dives
with a fighter jet’s speed.
I jump to the side,
and it follows me.

Then it buzzes close –
inches from my nose
as I hop on the floor
to get to the window.

I open the glass frames
so it can zip outside,
but it’s more than a game
for this aerial spy.

Did it think I’m a threat?
Of that I am sure,
for in the next minute,
it was all over.

There’s a bee in the kitchen!
O what shall I do?
There’s a bee in the kitchen!
And it has stung me too.