To a beetle eaten young,
I dedicate my tongue.
I’ll cut it up in thirds
and feed it to the birds.
For words will not suffice
the nature of this vice.
A beetle eaten young.
Who now will roll our dung?
To a beetle eaten young,
I dedicate my tongue.
I’ll cut it up in thirds
and feed it to the birds.
For words will not suffice
the nature of this vice.
A beetle eaten young.
Who now will roll our dung?