I tip-toe among the little critters
That wriggle and flitter  
Along our shared grassy track  
They like to stop and have a chat  
And proudly pose for a photo  
When I am on my tummy down low 
 
Today I met a beetle called Bertha 
A lady who was frank and earthy 
And like my grandma, her family came first  
She protected her offspring through every cloudburst 
And I seriously agreed with the lady beetle 
That little critter’s mothers were not unlike people