The Spotless Ladybird
This is the tale of Poppy Potts,
The ladybird that had no spots.
When Poppy was just two years old,
She caught a very nasty cold,
That made her sniff and sneeze and cough,
‘Til all her spots had fallen off.
Then years later when at school,
Poor Poppy felt she looked a fool,
So she decided that from then,
She’d paint her spots back on again.
But then at morning break one day,
When all the bugs went out to play,
A rain cloud came and soaked them all,
—It poured down like a waterfall—,
And when the nasty cloud had cleared,
All Poppy’s spots had disappeared,
They’d been washed off by all the rain,
And never would return again.
So Poppy stood there terrified,
She wished that she could run and hide,
For in her mind the class would laugh,
And maybe even too, the staff,
But then a bug called out, “My word,
The world’s first spotless ladybird!
This, you know, may just have been,
The BEST thing I have ever seen!”
And that is where—my little friends,
This ladybuggy story ends,
Except to say, you need not hide,
Your fears, like Poppy, deep inside,
For talking is the cure, they say,
To help your worries go away.