Nina Persson
Nina Persson
Nina Persson
Nina Persson
Nina Persson
Nina Persson
Nina Persson
Nina Persson
Nina Persson
Nina Persson
Nina Persson
Nina Persson
Nina Persson
What if we were too small wasps that everybody feared?
And people screamed and waved their hands and arms when we appeared
We'd have to hide away in corners safe and dark
And build for us a nest that would keep us safe from harm
At night time I would bust my wings and chase your fears away
For you'd be scared of plastic swats and toxic insects prey
I guess it's not so funny when one is hated so
It makes one sad and angry that staying in one will go
I guess it's not so funny when one is hated so
It makes one sad and angry that staying in one will go