My Favourite Things

When the dog barks,
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I start to remember all other bee stings
And dog bites I think I've had.
So I grit my teeth, and I tear my hair out
I clench my fists, and quivering I stare out
The window of my fortress, hung in the trees
And I promise I'll sting if you ever find me.