Dungbeetles eat it. <br />It fertilises gardens. <br />Smells to high heaven. <br /> <br />Worlds would not exist <br />without the putrid droppings <br />all done in private. <br /> <br />Which means that goodness <br />might be dependent on it <br />can't live without it.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-is-it/
