The dung beetle

Under a moon of mud, You clock in early. Helmet of black shell, Dressed for the alley. You roll that heavy prize Across the dust. Tiny crown on your back, all grit, All trust. I saw you pause at the edge of the Road. Then you leaned right in and took the Load. Dung beetle, dung beetle. Roll on, roll on. Dung beetle, dung beetle. Strong till dawn. Little black king with a stubborn grin. Dung beetle, dung beetle. Push it again. By the fence post cracks, You make your lane. Past broken leaves and a Rust-red stain. You never asked for gold Or polished things. Just one good ball And the sky you bring. I saw you pause at the edge of the Road. Then you leaned right in and took the Load. Dung beetle, dung beetle. Roll on, roll on. Dung beetle, dung beetle. Strong till dawn. Little black king with a stubborn grin. Dung beetle, dung beetle. Push it again. When the fields go dry and the shadows fall. You keep that line, you outwork them all. One small step, one round old moon. You make a world Out of what we ruin. Dung beetle, Dung beetle. Dung beetle, dung Beetle. Dung beetle, dung beetle. Roll on, roll on. Dung beetle, dung beetle. Strong till dawn. Little black king with a stubborn grin. Dung beetle, dung beetle. Push it again. Dung beetle, dung beetle. Roll on, roll On. Dung beetle, dung Beetle. Carry me home.