Here comes a wasp
Swiftly flying,
Little girl running
Screaming, crying.
It lands in a jar
Little girl sighing,
A jar full of honey
Wasp slowing dying,
Dying in ecstasy!
See the wasp
life is so sweet,
he’s got what he wants
life is a treat.
Yet he’s slowly dying
but he doesn’t care
for he’s got what he wanted
a sweetened snare,
dying in ecstasy!
Tell the thing you hold so dear
the thing you’ve always wanted for you
show me the thing you love so dear
and I will give it to you!
And the cost?
Is death!
Dying in Ecstasy!
John Smith's 
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