 I like these beetles because they're red and black.  I saw two of them stuck together.  The daddy one was putting sperm into the mummy.  She will make some eggs.  I like the black dots and they are in red, those kind are my favorite colours of beetles.  These are called Gendarmes.  I like to pick them up and give them kisses.  They do nothing to me but tickle me and I laugh.  When they're making babies they're stuck together.  I once frightened some apart and then they couldn't make babies any more.  These ones were running when I put a shadow on them.  One was going forwards and the other was going backwards.
I like these beetles because they're red and black.  I saw two of them stuck together.  The daddy one was putting sperm into the mummy.  She will make some eggs.  I like the black dots and they are in red, those kind are my favorite colours of beetles.  These are called Gendarmes.  I like to pick them up and give them kisses.  They do nothing to me but tickle me and I laugh.  When they're making babies they're stuck together.  I once frightened some apart and then they couldn't make babies any more.  These ones were running when I put a shadow on them.  One was going forwards and the other was going backwards.A poem about Gendarmes
Hey little beetles, do you know,
When I pick you up,
I scare you to your toes.
And when you shiver,
I give you a kiss.
But I know you don't like that,
So I don't any more.
Hey little beetles, what do you think,
When I pick you up and blink?
I think you're beautiful,
And I took your picture,
And that's why I think you're beeeeauuutiful!
 
 
 

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