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THAT’S NO WAY TO TREAT A LADYBUG. Well, I was strollin ’ along one fine day in the spring, When a little boy come over to me. And he said, “Look at that thing!” Then he tickled my wing, And I turn’d just as red as can be. And then he took me to his home. He put me in a jar.
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Well, I was strollin’ along one fine day in the spring, • When a little boy come over to me. • And he said, “Look at that thing!” • Then he tickled my wing, • And I turn’d just as red as can be. • And then he took me to his home. • He put me in a jar. • Then he stuck me on a shelf on the wall;
And I said, that’s no way to treat a ladybug! • No! no way at all. • Well I fooled him! Yes I did! • I crawl’d up the jar and out a hole in the lid!
Then on a hot summer day I was wingin’ my way; • Then I landed on a blanket, you see. • And in a moment or two From right out of the blue • A bunch o’ kids were staring at me • And then they flipp’d me over once; • They flipp’d me over twice • They were laughin’, they were havin’ a ball;
And I said, that’s no way to treat a ladybug! • No! no way at all.
And then they lifted me up in the air, • A shame to recall! They let me drop to see if I would fly or fall! • Now I say, that’s no way to treat a ladybug, • It’s an uncouth way to treat a ladybug, • Just no way to treat a ladybug! • No! no way at all! • Listen, pal, don’t mess with this gal!