on a purple coneflower
red gown; black buttons
dressed up for the dinner hour.
Here comes handsome mister bug;
black tuxedo, sharply pressed;
coming to see Ladybug;
dressed up in her very best.
coming to see Ladybug;
dressed up in her very best.
-Joy S. Barefoot
(This poem was written originally for a very dear little girl, suffering cancer. She loved ladybugs and "Ladybug" was her nickname.)
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