Dungbeetle sat on a mountain of dung
Dungbeetle shat from the ladder's top rung.
Dungbeetle fell after slipping a bit
Dungbeetle drowned in a pile of pure shit.
Dungbeetles like taste and odour of poo
Dungbeetles send the Grim Reaper to you.
Dungbeetles never use fork, spoon or knife
Dungbeetles live with a Dungbeetle wife.
Dungbeetles born after Dungbeetle nap
Dungbeetles nurse, not on milk but on crap.
I found this in the attic.
I love this poem Herbert it reminds me of someone who gives me a hard time AJS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think it's a contender to be the next Itsy Bitsy Spider. Loved it!