He came running through the brambles
Snorting and cavorting amidst the trees
On all four legs, he was a flying
He was being chased by a swarm of bees
Every sting made him bellow with pain
And he was getting stung a plenty
He just couldn’t get away from them
Unfortunately, there were way too many
Up ahead he could see an inviting pond
And made a beeline straight for it
With a leap and a mighty splash
Submerged, hoping the bees would quit
When he surfaced to fill his lungs
They honed in and popped his nose
With a gargled bellow, he sank again
Until he felt mud between his toes
He knew they were up there waiting
Knew it was just a matter of time
He was going to have to get out
And as a target, he was surely prime
Desperate, he began to weaken
If he stayed there any longer he’d die
He decided that he had to get out
Or at least he had to give it a good try
With a mighty bellow, he surfaced
And the winged assassins took their toll
Weakened, he went down for the count
Became a burger on a sesame seed roll!