Sunday, April 11, 2010

A Nursery Rhyme

Ladybug! Ladybug!

Fly away home.

Your house is on fire,

And your children all gone.

All except one,

And that's little Ann,

For she crept up under

The frying pan.
For being a nursery ryhme, this seems to be a bit sad. I think I need to find a different version, what about you?