Mole Crickets Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

Never did God devise such a critter
One that creates, like man, a disaster
For the cricket for all its life
Mines the soil and causes strife.

Ugly is too kind a word
For this one of the under world
That feeds on roots and all
Destroying life in the virgin soil.

But the cricket will meet its fate
For there are pesticides developed of late
That will end its burrowing neath the surface
And end its life on the global place.

Yet there is a better solution to be found
For there are nematodes in the ground
That enter into the wicked insect and -
Bring a cadre of bacteria to the fiend.

Soon the cricket will die, which is an insects fate
And the nematode will reproduce before its too late,
Releasing yet another family of juveniles
Who destroy crickets around for miles and miles.

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