Ladybird, ladybird,
fly away home.
Your house is on fire;
Your children all roam.
Except little Nan
Who sits in her pan
Weaving her laces as fast as she can.
fly away home.
Your house is on fire;
Your children all roam.
Except little Nan
Who sits in her pan
Weaving her laces as fast as she can.
Next time a ladybird lands on your hand, chant this rhyme as fast as you can and make a wish!!!
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