The small dung beetles lot is a chariot of fire
For some it is a life of a slinking liar
To get a wife he has to be tall
Fact is some are dam too small
To get among the hen pecking lot
The big fellow has an easy choice on the spot
After a hard day's work rolling up the dung
He's off home to his wife for dinner and fun
The little chap dines alone like a single sire
Now for fun he saddles up his chariot of fire
He rides off to the big guys love nest without any din
Sneaks past him, up to the loft for his wages of sin
The beetle chick loves him for his gallantry and guts
Gives him love and dung biscuits in his hand she puts
On his chariot of fire He sneaks off into the night
Silent satisfied disappears out of sight