They fly around buzzing in your ear
But we're the ones that they should fear
Together they live in one big mass
But one came to invade out ROTC class
It suddenly swooped by someone's shoulder
Then Pablo killed it with his folder
The insect still twitches with it's nerves
That nuisance finally got what it deserves
But there is something we still lack
We're in the mood for a little snack
We pick up the creature with our finger
Then we carefully remove the stinger
This is real, there is no actor
And fear is definitely not a factor
While the camera was pointed at my face
I thought "This is going on my myspace"
We devour the coward 1,2,3
First Pablo then Bigelow then me
By doing this we drew a small crowd
And after each bug we screamed really loud
Some would see this as punishment
But it gave us a sense of accomplishment
So if you're black and yellow you'd better run
Because me, Pablo and Bigelow
We eat yellow jackets for fun
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