Alfred the beetle like to eat
Finding a nice crumb made his morning complete
So he would scurry and tarry about
Looking for food and was happy to sing and shout
For the big ones had left a birthday cake
Nicely cut up on a white china plate
So once his appetite was savoured
From the strawberry short cake so fruitfully flavoured
He did his happy dance on his six little feet
High five-ing the other beetles in his best beetle greet
And he scurried away to his house
That he shared with Fred the little white louse
Alfred played with Fred until the street lights went out
Then putting himself in his bed being so tuckered out
So if you see Alfred when you are playing in the sun
Give him some of your lunch as he will be a hungry one.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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