Beetle poetry...

Today I picked my very first home-grown cherry tomato. It is a little on the small size I admit - hardly likely to make first class at the Horticultural Show later this summer, for instance - but it's mine, and I'm proud of it!

I met Alexander Beetle in the back porch this morning. He shot out from the peanut bag as I got it out from behind a low-wooden chest, in order to refill the bird's peanut feeder, and oozled his way quickly under the shoe rack.

Are you acquainted with Alexander Beetle? Let me introduce you....

"I found a little beetle, so that Beetle was his name,

And I called him Alexander and he answered

  just the same.

I put him in a matchbox, and I kept him all the

   day...

And Nanny let my beetle out -

  Yes Nanny let my beetle out - 

    She went and let my beetle out -

      And Beetle ran away.

                  

She said she didn't mean it, and I never said she did,

She said she wanted matches and she just took off

  the lid,

She said that she was sorry, but it's difficult to catch

An excited sort of beetle you've mistaken for a 

  match. 

 

[......]It was Alexander Beetle I'm as certain as can be,

And he had a sort of look as if he thought it must be 

  Me,

And he had a sort of look as if he thought he ought 

  to say:

"I'm very very sorry that I tried to run away."

And Nanny's very sorry for you-know-what-

  she-did,

And she's writing ALEXANDER very blackly on the 

  lid.

So Nan and Me are friends, because it's difficult to

  catch

An excited Alexander you've mistaken for a match."

                                                   From 'Forgiven' by A A Milne