Lady bug, lady bug

I found this “poem” while sorting endless files.  Wonder what kind of a mood I was in when I wrote this?

Lady bug, lady bug, where are you?

I’ve set up my home on the toe of your shoe

Ladybug, ladybug, what do you do?

I crawl and I open and close for you

Ladybug, ladybug who am I?

You never will know until you ask why

And what and when and how.

Without good questions, you are just a cow.

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