Ode to Giant Springtail

Hallelujah, Big Boy,

Your body is like a battle-balloon.

I like your black and yellow death spikes.

Your two antennae — they look like a rail gun.

You are a war machine!

But you’re a pussycat,

eating only mould and fungi.

You are like a possum

and pretend to bleed stinky body fluid.

Your enemies cower away and flee.

Okay, I feel empathy for you

because you are too fat to spring.

Peace out.