A COCKROACH'S WISE WORDS TO MAN
You may call me creepy, crawly,
But man, you're no match for me.
You constantly complain of
Pollution, jams and garbage.
I silently cope with this human baggage.
Pesticide is a constant theme in your media.
In everything from milk to mango - see Wikipedia.
You invented pesticide to exterminate,
Verily that will make you ex, my mate!
Crawling everywhere, see our might,
Without bark or bite, we cause such fright,
We start, scamper in light bright,
But have a ball causing you such blight.
When will you, oh man, realise?
We're Nature's army to neutralise
All your humbug, hell, en masse
Clean up your act, stop this trespass.
