In praise of the dung beetle


    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