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- Lady-bird! Lady-bird! fly away home; The field-mouse is gone to her nest, The daisies have shut up their sleepy red eyes, And the birds and the bees are at rest.
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Ladybird, ladybird fly away home, Your house is on fire and your children are gone, All except one, and her name is Ann, And she hid under the baking pan. A shorter, grimmer version concludes: Your house is on fire, Your children shall burn!
fly away home. Your house is on fire, And your children are gone. All except one, And her name is Ann, And she hid under the baking pan. Alternative version: Ladybug, ladybug (Ladybird, Ladybird), fly away home. Your house is on fire, Your children all roam. Except little Nan Who sits in her pan, Weaving her laces as fast as she can.
Classic Poem. Ladybird, Ladybird fly away home. by Mother Goose. Lady-bird! fly away home; The field-mouse is gone to her nest, The daisies have shut up their sleepy red eyes, And the birds and the bees are at rest.
Lady-bird, Lady-bird, fly away home. the fairy bells tinkle afar. make haste or they’ll catch you and harness you fast. with a cobweb to Oberon’s star. “Ladybird Ladybird” Modern Version. The most common modern version of the song is: Ladybird, ladybird fly away home, Your house is on fire and your children are gone, All except one,
May 7, 2023 · by Emily Brontë. Ladybird! ladybird! fly away home. I've been wandering in the greenwoods. →. XLVII. Ladybird! ladybird! fly away home, Night is approaching, and sunset is come; The Herons are flown to their trees by the Hall; Felt, but unseen, the damp dewdrops fall.
I enjoyed illustrating and animating the cute ladybird. Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home! Your house is on fire, your children all gone, All but one, who's name is Ann, And she crept under...
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The field-mouse has gone to her nest, The daisies have shut up their sleepy red eyes, And the bees and the birds are at rest. Ladybird, ladybird! fly away home! The glow-worm is lighting her lamp, The dew’s falling fast, and your fine speckled wings. Will flag with the close-clinging damp.
