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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.'

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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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