The dung beetle likes dung, you can’t
Argue, one day it asks itself,
“What’s the nutrition in this?” The thought
Lingers. It won’t stay on the shelf.
And the beetle grows wiser, it gains a degree,
And the lion says, “What do I like about meat?”
If you start too quickly, spice the food
And keep it in the light of a heat
Lamp. In the pond, a tadpole
Turns into a frog, in orbit a rock
Turns into a moon, a stumbling drunk
Takes hold of a crypress alpenstock.
Yaacov David Shulman