Our mother’s making jam today -

    There’s fruit just everywhere.

The smell goes through the window

    And it fills the summer air.


The aroma now hits father’s nose

    Upon the summer breeze,

And someone else has noticed it

    From high up in the trees.


Wisp the wasp now sets to work

    And flies down from the tree,

And sitting there, upon the shelf,

    What do you think she sees?


Six jars of tasty strawberry jam

    All lined up on display.

She flies in through the window

    But, alas, to her dismay - - - - -


Mother shouts “Look out - a wasp!”

    The children shout out too.

Then someone hits poor Wisp the wasp!

    So there’s nothing left to do - - -


But fly out through the window for

    “I’ll get back to my tree -

But, when they’ve such a lot of jam,

    Why don’t they share with me?”


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This poem was published in 2010 (AMS Educational Ltd).  I hope you like it.  Josie

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