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
match-box,
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.
She
said
that
she
was
sorry,
and
I
really
mustn't
mind,
As
there's
lots
and
lots
of
beetles
which
she's
certain
we
could
find,
If
we
looked
about
the
garden
for
the
holes
where
beetles
hid
-
And
we'd
get
another
match-box
and
write
BEETLE
on
the
lid.
We
went
to
all
the
places
which
a
beetle
might
be
near,
And
we
made
the
sort
of
noises
which
a
beetle
likes
to
hear,
And
I
saw
a
kind
of
something,
and
I
gave
a
sort
of
shout:
"A
beetle-house
and
Alexander
Beetle
coming
out!"
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
too
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.