I'm known for eating honey, though I'm not picky at all. I'll even raid your trash barrels if they smell good at all. Some say I'm scary, some say I'm cute, some train me to do tricks; But I just want your basket when you go on pick-a-nicks

I build up suspense like a drama queen, then burst on the scene loud and unclean. I’m sudden, rude, and rarely polite, I’ll blow your plans and your nose mid-flight.

I line your grin in tidy rows, but when you eat, I sometimes stow a bit of lunch I won’t release, a stubborn guest with zero peace.

I scoop, I stab, I enter your gab; a hybrid creation that brings satiation.

At night I'm in your garden, or sneaking through the street. It's best you don't surprise me if ever we should meet. I may look unassuming when at first you cross my path, but if you don't take heed you're gonna need to take a bath.