Little ladybird, red with spots,
Alone. Hidden in the crease of a leaf,
Dancing around, fluttering wings,
Yielding a spotted black wreath.
Birds fly past, as it stretches it's wings,
In a split second, it's in the air,
Riding the clouds for a minute or two, then,
Drifting back to it's ladybird lair.
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