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poe32: The Dungbeetle

With your nose in the ground
And your backfeet in the air,
You push a dungball around
And you don’t have any hair.

You work very hard
To get your dungball to your home,
Are you very smart
Because you work all alone?

Fresh dung is what you need
To lay your eggs in under ground,
You fly where animals feed
And your wings make a funny sound.

Thank you Sanparks
For creating wildlife areas,
Where dungbeeltes can thrive
And we can take them serious.

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