Classic Poem

With a very big yawn
Mr. Beetle awoke.
" Oh dear, oh dear,
I do feel queer!
My neck is stiff,
My legs are as if
I'd slept in a pig-and-a-poke. "

He ran to the sunlight,
He bathed in the dew,
He cleaned his teeth
With a grassy sheath,
He shaved and behaved
As gentlemen beetles do.

He lived all alone —
Maria did too,
But he wanted some stitches
In jacket and breeches,
So he called at her house
And made her his spouse.
And they lived, they did,
Under the yew.