Day 235 - Ladybird, Ladybird
Ladybird ladybird fly away home,
Your house is on fire and your children are gone,
All except one and that's little Ann,
For she crept under the frying pan.
A nursery rhyme from my childhood.
"Ladybird, ladybird" would be chanted by a small child when this pretty, little insect landed on them. If the ladybird did not fly away of its own accord the child would gently blow it away chanting "Ladybird Ladybird fly away home".