English poem
King Beetle
by Albert Bigelow Paine (1861–1937)
Oh, a marvelous mind has the old beetle king, And he rules in a marvelous way; For he rolls up his eyes and commences to sing When his subjects go glittering by on the wing; And 'tis said that his notes have a powerful ring When he chants at the breaking of day-- They say-- His anthem at breaking of day.