Beetle buzz up in the sky,
Pen in hand, eyes open wide,
In disguise, the greatest spy,
Paid by you for every life.
Beetle crawl up on the wall,
Ears alerted, patience tried,
Morning headlines standing tall,
Streaking forwards towards her fall.
Beetle squirm inside a jar,
Blackmailed with nowhere to hide,
Once shining, a fallen star,
She can't escape, not here, not far.
Beetle flit and sit and wait,
Still intact with wounded pride,
Watching them await their fate,
Standing by until that date.
Skeeter stands, although now tame,
With that girl back on her side,
Reputations she will maim,
Now the world shall know her name.