A Beetles Work

It’s a tough, tough task, but I have a strong will,

Gotta roll this ball, up that steep, steep hill

It’s a big, big ball from a fresh, fresh, pile

Of smelly, smelly poop below a black and white cow.

I‘ve pushed it up five times... this doody that I found

But near the tippy-tippy top it always rolls back down.

It’s a crappy, crappy job, one I wouldn’t give to you

But it needs, needs done, so I won’t shoo-shoo

I‘m an itty-bitty beetle with some strong, strong lungs

whether from the exercise or from the stinky, stinky dung.

Don’t hate your job, it could always be worse...