An ode to a Ladybug
When you came downstairs this morning, all dressed for the day, I had to stifle a laugh.
You were wearing a pretty, summer-weight cotton frock your auntie had given you and ladybug antenna.
I didn't want to laugh because I didn't want to discourage you.
I am not really looking forward to the day when you are more Lady than Bug.
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