Lady bug, lady bug flying through the air.
Lady bug, lady bug who doesn’t seem to care.
On nice days in Fall you flutter around in the sun, dipping and diving; oh, that looks fun.
You land on the wall and heat your wings;
if you had a voice would you happily sing?
Lady bug, lady bug with your small dots,
just pull up a sunbeam and find a warm spot.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
Lady bug, lady bug flying through the air.
Lady bug, lady bug who doesn’t seem to care.
On nice days in Fall you flutter around in the sun, dipping and diving; oh, that looks fun.
You land on the wall and heat your wings;
if you had a voice would you happily sing?
Lady bug, lady bug with your small dots,
just pull up a sunbeam and find a warm spot.
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