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.
B U T . . .
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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