Ladybug in red, you got very far for a little girl, and 
still I wonder how you did it: you tip-toed gently 
through the keyhole and fastened back the lock. Rest now 
on a tea leaf that's dry and cracking to catch your 
breath. I would imagine you required quite some endurance 
to make it the whole way back to me. Sitting by the 
window, you're so defiant, you're so carefree. You 
stretch your wings and smell the carpet. I'm waiting to 
see where you'll go when you're sticken with the nerve. 
Your spotty bright umbrella covers your back and it seems 
as though you never heard that luck goes badly when you 
show all your colors without the covering of the sky. 
Teach me all your dances and lady, I'll write you a song, 
but in the long run, baby, we would never get along. 
Please don't ask my counsel to hurry and cast its final 
vote; you're hovering at the edge of a Post-it note. I 
wish that I could catch you here in my palm. Yeah, I wish 
you'd land here and stay quiet. You'd read my life lines, 
and you'd read into them while I'd carry you back out 
into the yard. But I get super scared. I'm afraid I'll 
crush you or that you'll be crushed when you get back 
there, by things unwieldly. The weight of the world makes 
me wish that you could just stay inside with me. Teach me 
all your dances and lady, I'll write you a song, but in 
the long run, baby, I know that we'd never get along. 
Ladybug, don't smile too sweetly, because it might 
already be too late; I'm carrying you on the edge of a 
paper plate.