There was a ladybug named Jack
those black spots on his back.
He prayed each night, as he went to bed,
That he'd wake up with his shell plain red.
He said, "You know there's little joy,
In being a little ladybug boy.
Grasshoppers and beetles
call me names.
Say, 'Ladies can't play big boy games.'"
Jack found a can of red paint spray
And cried, "I've finally found a way."
He sprayed the paint
up in the air
And flew through it while it was there.
When he got it right it wasn't long,
Till all the ugly spots were gone,
And so, as he flew off
Old Jack was feeling really cool.
He flapped red wings with a special buzz,
But no one knew just who he was.
He yelled, "I'm Jack
without those spots.
Just look at me, I'm red—no dots!
"And now I'm free, as you can see,
To be the bug I want to be.
I'm different now, I'm like no
I have no spots like my ladybug brothers."
The bugs all said, "It sure is true,
We've never seen a bug like you.
We'll tell you now, if
you are Jack,
You'd better get your black spots back.
"The prettiest bugs in all the land
Are ladybugs—they look so grand.
Those black spots
grace the red with ease,
We envy you, that's why we tease."
So Jack began to realize
We can't see us from other's eyes.
We envy others, then fret and fuss,
When they may long to be like us.
And so this ladybug named Jack
Was glad when his black spots came back.
He's feeling good and
He's proud to be a ladybug guy.
CelticBug's Corner ~
~ Ladybug Poetry!
~ Grandpa Tucker ~
1999 © Bob Tucker