by Tammy Tillotson
You may think of me as an itty bitty little thing,
That turns bright crimson in color if you tickle my wing.
Yet I have a tale to tell, under these blushing cheeks
So please lend me your ear as this ladybug speaks.
The life of a ladybug is by far not stress free,
And stuck in a jar is not where I desire to be!
Even though air holes may be poked in the top
A jar’s not a home, and indeed that must stop!
by Tammy Tillotson
-Ladybug! Ladybug!
Fly away home.
Your house is on fire.
And your children are all gone.
All except one,
And that’s little Ann,
For she’s hiding under
The frying pan.—Children’s Nursery Rhyme, author unknown
Nursery Rhymes are short little poems or verses which very young children find enjoyable and amusing. These precious rhymes are all too often set aside for the young, under the false assumption that adults have somehow outgrown their timeless lessons of banter and rhyme.
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