Miranda
07-04-2004, 08:13 PM
The Ballad of Bertie and Barbara
Bertie Beetle fond and true
Loved Barbara Beetle through and through,
From the twitch of her jaws to her shiny black shell –
And Barbara Beetle loved him as well.
They set up home by the side of the pond
In mid July when the lilies do frond.
No love was truer and they dwelt in their bower,
The damp earth below and above the sun’s glow.
Down crevice and crack they ventured together,
Revelling in the soft summer weather –
Then one day, tragedy struck – Bertie went down to the pond just to look
And somehow fell over, right off the edge
And ended his life in the green slime and veg(etation.)
Barbara mourned the demise of her love,
Under the gaze of the sun high above.
Her shell it grew dull, she wept and she sighed,
Then laid down in the heat and frizzled and died.
Miranda
Bertie Beetle fond and true
Loved Barbara Beetle through and through,
From the twitch of her jaws to her shiny black shell –
And Barbara Beetle loved him as well.
They set up home by the side of the pond
In mid July when the lilies do frond.
No love was truer and they dwelt in their bower,
The damp earth below and above the sun’s glow.
Down crevice and crack they ventured together,
Revelling in the soft summer weather –
Then one day, tragedy struck – Bertie went down to the pond just to look
And somehow fell over, right off the edge
And ended his life in the green slime and veg(etation.)
Barbara mourned the demise of her love,
Under the gaze of the sun high above.
Her shell it grew dull, she wept and she sighed,
Then laid down in the heat and frizzled and died.
Miranda