Fuzzy bum (day 5)

I wish I was a bumble bee
This bee is never glum
How can you be unhappy
With a soft and furry bum

To flit around the flowers
in days where there is sun
To be a little bumble bee
Seems lots of jolly fun

I am joy, I show its warmer
When I fly outside in spring
People say they've seen me
and what happiness it brings

Unlike my buzzy neighbours
I do not fester or annoy
When you see a Wasp buzzing
It does not bring you joy

Don't sting unless I'm startled
to sting means I must die
I do not bite for the pleasure
like the nasty Horsey flies.