The time has come to change our plans, I feel it in the air.
The nights are getting chilly now, so best to head elsewhere.
From April through to August we stretched our wings and
grazed,
on the finest mildew droplets, soaked in the summer haze.
Ah the days were long back then my boy, and we were free to
roam.
But the golden leaves are falling fast, it’s time to head
back home.
This woodland soil is heaven now but once the frost sets in,
I’d rather we were huddled up with friend and foe and kin.
So, count the spots upon your back and shine your yellow
coat.
We’re 22-spot ladybirds. We need our spots to gloat…
Oh, hello there, red coat cousin, only 7 spots I see?
Well between myself and my dear son we’ve more than 43.
We’re travelling to our garden shed, to a fine crack in the
door.
We would love for you to join us there, I promise not to
snore.
More the merrier with us ladybirds, so deep inside we’ll
creep,
And scuttle softly to the spot where everyone’s asleep.
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