the beetles
it's called a record, dad says.
i think that's a silly name for a home.
i don't know how dad fits
four beetles inside that skinny disc.
usually whenever daddy sees a beetle
he jumps on it till his guts squoosh out,
but these aren't normal beetles;
daddy likes these ones.
whenever he pokes them
they sing from inside.
i wonder if i poke my hamster
with a needle
will he dance?
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