(A A Milne/Melanie Safka)I had a little beetleSo that beetle was his nameAnd I called him AlexanderAnd he answered just the sameAnd I put him in a matchboxAnd I kept him all the dayBut nanny let my beetle outYes nanny let my beetle outShe went and let my beetle outAnd beetle ran awayShe said she didn't mean itAnd I never said she didShe said she wanted matchesAnd she just took off the lidShe said I mustn't worryAnd I really mustn't mindThat there's lots and lots of beetlesThe she's certain we could findShe said I mustn't worryBut it's difficult to catchAn excited sort of beetleYou've mistaken for a matchIf we looked in all the placesThat a beetle might be nearAnd we made the kind of noisesThat a beetle likes to hearAnd I heard a kind of somethingAnd I gave a sort of shoutIt was a beetle houseAnd Alexander beetle coming outIt was Alexander beetleI'm as certain as can beAnd he had that kind of look as thoughHe thought it might be meAnd he had that kind of look as thoughHe thought he ought to say"I'm really very sorry that I tried to run away"And nanny's very sorry tooCause you know what she didAnd she's writing AlexanderVery blackly on the lidSo nan and me are friends becauseIt's difficult to catchAn excited AlexanderYou've misstaken for a match