Marsupial poo
Which is Dry to the touch
Tasty I am sure
A problem as such
out there a problem exists
Day to day
Cow pats huge numbers
Rotting away
Some thirty million
Cows, so we hear
12 craps a day
Spreading the fear
Bush flies come hither
Loads of them they
Accumulate fast
3000 some say
In a two week session
Pollution galore
Worms fouling pastures
Who could want for more
Thank goodness for Dung beetles
Bright little souls
They roll it and bury it
Which kind of controls
The Great Lakes of crap
That otherwise would
Lay there attracting
What isn’t too good
Reducing the Bush flies
Which has to be right
But sadly a fungus in
Is using its might
The icing sugar fungus
Rewards them for toil
By creating great spores
That threaten the health
Of the beetle of dung
With amazing stealth
And the beetles are dying
Suffering so
They came from far away
From Morocco
it’s man using
nature against man unkind
Profits where prophets remain kind of blind
To the over abundance of cows
In a place
Where cows shouldn’t be
And just cannot keep pace
Extremes are a problem
Greed in a way
It’s a negative method
It’s threatens the day
Cow pads are voluminous
Vast seas of shit
Pollutive and worrying
Really they sit
Exuding and attracting
The menace and pain
It’s a lop sided science
Which for me feels insane
Importing a vector
Born far away
It’s arrogance truthfully
What can one say
It isn’t right
And abusing the gift
Is creating a tragedy
An ugly rift
The angels are suffering
And man will not see
That by reducing the numbers of cows
Might just be
The answer not sacrifice
Dung Beetles why
Should they take the hit
In the shit
I