I’d put a ladybug on my finger
and say this silly rhyme to it:
Ladybug, ladybug, fly away soon.
Your house is on fire, your children
are gone...then I’d blow on the bug
and it would take off flying very fast.
I never thought in those days
how strange those words were,
how strange those words were,
good thing the poor ladybug
didn’t understand my chant.
She might have had a house with
children waiting at home for her.
didn’t understand my chant.
She might have had a house with
children waiting at home for her.
FYI-possible historical connotations of the rhyme.