The Little Ladybug's Spots

In a garden, bright and bold, Where flowers wore colors untold, Lived a ladybug, shiny and small, Ready for sunshine, to give her all.

One morning, oh dear, what a fright! Her spots had vanished in the night! The Little Ladybug's shell, plain and red, "Where did they go?" she sadly said.

She flew to a rose, a crimson delight, "Have you seen my spots, red and white?" The rose shook her head, with a petal so grand, "But look closely, little bug, right here on my land!"

A yellow daffodil, tall and so grand, Held tiny black dots upon its soft hand. "Perhaps," buzzed a bee, with honey so sweet, "Your spots have gone walking, on tiny bee feet!"

He led her to tulips, a vibrant display, Where orange and purple spots danced in the day. A daisy so white, with a sunny gold eye, Held spots, like the stars, scattered high in the sky!

She hopped on a poppy, a fiery red dream, And saw her lost spots, it suddenly seemed! Each flower had borrowed, a spot here and there, Decorating their petals with spots beyond compare.

She gathered them gently, each dot, small and round, From flowers and petals all over the ground. With a sticky sweet nectar, from the kind honeybee, She glued back her spots, as happy as could be!

Her shell now aglow, with its polka-dot sheen, The happiest ladybug ever seen! She thanked all the flowers, so lovely and bright, And flew through the garden, a beautiful sight.