Lady, lovely ladybug,
What is the joy that's you?
Your shell forged from the sunlight
To be cooled in morning dew.
The snowdrifts all have melted
As the chill winds blow away.
For you, my lovely ladybug,
Sing, "Spring is on it's way!"
Lady, oh sweet ladybug,
Can you not hear the cries?
The aphids have been feasting
And the daisy slowly dies.
The roses may be sweeter,
Blushing blooms of hue so bright,
But you, my dear sweet ladybug,
Look best on petals white.
Lady, precious ladybug,
Perhaps one final word?
When resting on the leaf tops,
Just beware the flying bird.
Or if the spider on her web,
Does bind you to your fate,
Know you, my precious ladybug,
It's done with love, not hate.