Dungbeetles Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

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.