  Mosquito was strolling one day through the town, Enjoying the balmy spring air, When whom should he meet, with her two little babes, But dear little Lady Bug fair. “Lady Bug, Lady Bug, what do you seek In the streets of the busy town?” “Sir, I’ve been to the spiders to buy me a web, For my polka-dotted gown.” “Lady Bug, Lady Bug, fly away home,” Said old Mr. Grasshopper Gray, “The town crier fears that your children will burn; Your house is on fire, they say.” “Your story is old, Mr. Grasshopper Gray,” The Lady Bug said, “for you see My cottage is standing, my children are safe, For I took them shopping with me.” |
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