A scorpion with her stinger cut
Is not a real scorpion at all.
An eight legged insect
A spider
Spinning in her web.
A scorpion with her stinger cut
Is nothing fierce at all.
No real danger to those around her.
Might as well roll
and expose
Her soft belly.
Trapdoor spider bait.
A hyena with a pickaxe.
No one believed her then,
No one believes her now.
It's no strange twist of fate.
A scorpion with her stinger cut:
Self inflicted suicide.
Still she walks along
Holding delicate pose,
Strikes naught but miss.
Poison gone.
All falls on deaf ears.
A scorpion with her stinger cut
Is not a threat at all.
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