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.Share on Facebook