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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By Josie Whitehead