Ladybird

Today I met a ladybird
Whilst I was pulling up weeds
Fragile, gentle, beautiful
Curious, crawling amongst seeds

A ladybird’s life is a mystery to me
Where does it start or end?
Do ladybirds eat special things?
Could a ladybird ever have friends?

It furrowed along on the soil
Caring for me not one jot
Then down came my blundering fork
And panicked the creature a lot

It then flew away to somewhere new
With too little time say:
Hey, ladybird bug, nice to meet you
See you around maybe some day.

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