Let us sing a song of the robber fly,
One look at it and you'll know why
It has a name for thievery:
It stole the suit of the bumblebee.
They're so much fun for little boys,
Much more fun than store-bought toys.
They catch these buzzy little creatures
And terrorize their grade-school teachers
Who do not know a forehead white
Means it cannot sting or bite.
It's false in such a case as this
|This poem was inspired by Rudy Mancke, a naturalist at South Carolina Public Television. I first learned from him that the proper name for what we had always called a white-headed bumblebee was really a large black robber fly.|
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