Problem for Entomologists

by GEORGIE STARBUCK GALBRAITH

THEY’RE cousins to the hornets, those cruel folk
Who treat our deepest sentiments as a joke.
Yet, insecticide forbidden, silence helps
In fending off their merry stinging yelps.
But how to deal with those innocents who number
With the beetles’ solemn kin? . . . the ones who lumber
Up to our maddest jest, morosely scan it,
And treat it as our credo hewn in granite!