Lady
bug dangles her delicate feet,
hanging on edge by the tips
of her toes,
dancing her digits to Beethoven's
beat
while gorging herself on
the leaf of a rose.
Over and under, the aphids
they go,
just for a peek at her red
petticoat,
towing and rowing through
chlorophyll's glow
on the miniature stern of
their pea green boat.
Lady bug blushes to see such
a sight,
this parade of wee, morsel-sized,
tiny, green men
watching her feast on the
garden's delight,
so she hides underneath a
wild rose-petal's stem.
"Lady bug, lady bug, feminine
one,
come out and walk in the
beautiful sun."
shouted Sir Edward, the aphid's
fine king,
"Come through the garden,
to you we will sing."
"Lady bug, lady bug, why do
you hide?,
jump on our raft and we'll
give you a ride,
climb right up on our wee
vessel of love,
we'll take you sailing on
oceans made of
all of the liquid we've pressed
from the leaves
of the finest wine roses
that hang from the eaves."
Lady bug turned, gave a smile
and a sigh,
doubting that she could resist
such a guy!
