The beetle is a hero,
Whose song is most unsung
It is born, and then it procreates
And thrives by eating dung
The ancient wise Egyptians
(while acknowledging its worth)
Made the bug a symbol
Of life, death and rebirth
They worshiped him as Khepri
Who symbolized the Sun
Rolling through the heavens
With his giant ball of dung
Every Egyptian lady
Her status to reflect
Had a Scarab Beetle necklace
To hang around her neck
We should also praise the beetle
When the weather’s wet and hot
‘Cause we can smell the flowers
Instead of you know what!
Geraldine Forer Spagnoli