They remember her
They used to visit her
Soon after the cold was over.
She would find plenty of them
in her room
And she'd worry over them
getting hurt by her
They were of orange color,
but lady bugs they're.
She loves them,
must have told you
She believes it's good luck
Seeing them
So she too wants to be one
a lady bug, red one perhaps
She sure is waiting
the wish to come true
And then,
She will remember you.
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