From under a stone a beetle looked out

   And glanced at the sun shining down.

'I’ll have an adventure,' Beetle then thought,

   And decided to visit the town.

 

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There were so many people, and all with big feet,

   And their talking gave Beetle earache.

'The traffic! My goodness!' poor Beetle exclaimed,

   'I think that I’ve made a mistake.'

 

So he hurried back home to his safe little stone,

   And he gazed at the garden around,

How glad was poor Beetle to be home again,

   In a place where he felt safe and sound.

 

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