Lady bird, ladybird fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are gone
All except one, and her name is Ann
She crept under the frying pan
It worked in that it stopped us grabbing it for the bright colours and domed cuteness.
Always creeped me out though.
How big was the house?
How big was a frying pan in relation to it?
How many children (ladybirds) died?
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Last edited by Sundae; 09-28-2011 at 02:32 PM.
Reason: FRYING not flying!
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