A pretty little lady bird lost her spots one day,
She felt so very worried I heard a beetle say.
"Where do you think I lost them"? Ladybird did ask,
"I need the help of all my friends with this important task".
"Hello there to you Mrs. Ant, can you help me please"?
"Try asking wise old Mr. Owl, his home is in the tree's".
"Why not ask the tiny worm underneath the rock,
Mind your manners when you call, don't forget to knock".
A Bumblebee's so busy flying here and there,
"Excuse me, can you help me"? He doesn't seem to care.
Maybe talk to rabbit that lives way underground,
"Can you hear if he's at home"? "I cannot hear a sound".
Travelling through the garden, asking everyone,
No one seems to know a thing, just where her spots had gone.
Sitting quite exhausted, slipping off to sleep,
Losing all her bright black spots made her want to weep.
She heard the cockerel crowing, it gave her quite a start,
Remembering her lost black spots, gave sadness in her heart.
She thought it's time to travel on, waking from her nap,
"I'll have a word with slippery snail, down by the garden tap".
The tap had running water, trickling from the spout,
It made a puddle on the ground, of this she had no doubt.
She looked into the puddle her image for to view,
Imagine what a shock she had, she looked as good as new.
Her bright black spots were all in place, it made her stop and think,
I'm sure she had been dreaming when she had forty winks.
She dreamt of losing all her spots and making her feel sad,
Travelling now back homewards the Ladybird felt glad.
