Ladybird, you're very neat
From tiny head to little feet,
I like your coat of red and black,
I like your clean and shining back.
Do you polish it each night
To make it shine so gay and bright,
Or do you keep a tiny fay
Who rubs it up for you each day?
Beneath your shiny back there lie
The gauzy wings with which you fly,
You're spreading them - oh please don't go,
There's such a lot I want to know.
Your house is burning, do you say?
Ah, well, of course, you mustn't stay!