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AUTUMN STORIES AND POEMS 



LADYBUG 



LADYBUG, ladybug, 

 Ply away home ! 

 Your house is on 



fire, 

 Your children will burn. 



Dear ladybug, 

 I am sorry for you 

 If your house is on 



fire. 

 Oh, what will you 



do? 

 And your poor little 



children 



All burning, dear me ! 

 It does seem as cruel 



As cruel can be. 

 Oh, why don't you hurry. 



You slow little elf ? 

 If I knew where you lived, 

 I should go there myself. 

 The house might burn down 



While you're turning about. 

 "Tis because you are feeling 

 So badly, no doubt, 



