Beetle: Knight of the Rondel
Little beetle on the ground,
Raise your forewings and take flight.
Is there wonder and delight
Within this realm that you have found?
Can you see the world is round?
Can you make what’s wrong be right?
Little beetle on the ground,
Raise your forewings and take flight.
Though no king you may be crowned,
With your armor shining bright,
Tarry not, you noble knight,
Onward, outward, upward bound:
Little beetle on the ground,
Raise your forewings and take flight!
Raise your forewings and take flight.
Is there wonder and delight
Within this realm that you have found?
Can you see the world is round?
Can you make what’s wrong be right?
Little beetle on the ground,
Raise your forewings and take flight.
Though no king you may be crowned,
With your armor shining bright,
Tarry not, you noble knight,
Onward, outward, upward bound:
Little beetle on the ground,
Raise your forewings and take flight!
This poem is copyright (©) Erin Zampaglione 2026
About the Writer
Erin Zampaglione
Erin spent 10 years as a scientist, running experiments and analyzing data in laboratories. Scientific writing can be very technical, but she always loved writing poetry for school publications, friends, and family. Now she is a full-time mom and first-time children’s writer. She hopes to approach these new roles in the same way a scientist would: by being curious and observant.
