Ladybug

Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home,
Your house is on fire, your children will burn!


At least that's how I remember saying the poem as a child. While looking through photos from the father/son beach bonfire, I found this one of a little beach bum bug, and said the poem out loud. Which totally horrified the children! I had to look up the poem to see if those were the real words, and found the real line is "your children are gone," which, to me, is even worse. At least in my version the poor mama has the chance to get there before the children burn, right?

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