الكلمات
(Verse 1)
In the fields where the tall grass sways,
There's a world of beetles in a mesmerizing maze.
From the ladybug's spots to the firefly's glow,
They're the tiny wonders that we seldom know.
(Chorus)
Oh, local beetles, crawling low and flying high,
In their colorful shells, they catch the eye.
From the forests to the plains, they roam free,
Oh, local beetles, what a sight to see!
(Verse 2)
Dung beetles roll their treasures with strength and grace,
While longhorn beetles carve wood with a steady pace.
Ground beetles scurry in the dead of night,
Keeping balance in nature, their role is right.
(Chorus)
Oh, local beetles, crawling low and flying high,
In their colorful shells, they catch the eye.
From the forests to the plains, they roam free,
Oh, local beetles, what a sight to see!
(Bridge)
Through fields of green and skies so wide,
These beetles thrive, with nature as their guide.
Their diversity is a marvel, a symphony of life,
In landscapes rich with wonder, amid joy and strife.
(Chorus)
Oh, local beetles, crawling low and flying high,
In their colorful shells, they catch the eye.
From the forests to the plains, they roam free,
Oh, local beetles, what a sight to see!
So let's cherish these beetles, big and small
(Verse 1)
In the fields where the tall grass sways,
There's a world of beetles in a mesmerizing maze.
From the ladybug's spots to the firefly's glow,
They're the tiny wonders that we seldom know.
(Chorus)
Oh, local beetles, crawling low and flying high,
In their colorful shells, they catch the eye.
From the forests to the plains, they roam free,
Oh, local beetles, what a sight to see!
(Verse 2)
Dung beetles roll their treasures with strength and grace,
While longhorn beetles carve wood with a steady pace.
Ground beetles scurry in the dead of night,
Keeping balance in nature, their role is right.
(Chorus)
Oh, local beetles, crawling low and flying high,
In their colorful shells, they catch the eye.
From the forests to the plains, they roam free,
Oh, local beetles, what a sight to see!
(Bridge)
Through fields of green and skies so wide,
These beetles thrive, with nature as their guide.
Their diversity is a marvel, a symphony of life,
In landscapes rich with wonder, amid joy and strife.
(Chorus)
Oh, local beetles, crawling low and flying high,
In their colorful shells, they catch the eye.
From the forests to the plains, they roam free,
Oh, local beetles, what a sight to see!
So let's cherish these beetles, big and small
