Ode to a Ten-Striped June Beetle

Ah, tenstripe, I saw you there
Victim o' your love of light
Cow-Orkers mine, they didn't care
But live on, I hoped you might

They'd rather pet their cats and dogs
Spray, shoo, smash your carapace
But I wonder, and I thank the gods
I looked into your hissing face

(thanks to google images)