Ladybug, Ladybug Fly Away Home
Ladybug! Ladybug!
Fly away home.
Your house is on fire.
And your children all gone.
Fly away home.
Your house is on fire.
And your children all gone.
All except one,
And that's little Ann,
For she crept under
The frying pan.
And that's little Ann,
For she crept under
The frying pan.
:o)
Never heard that last part.
ReplyDeleteUsed to sing that when we played with the jumping rope, Gorges - a long, long time ago! :o)
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ReplyDeleteHaven't seen too many this year Mamahen. One year they covered the front of the house!
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