The lolloping ladybird larva
Stands and raises its arms
“Lord, O Lord, I’d much rather
Be dead, than cope with these qualms!”
He cries it out to the heavens!
He screams it down at the plants!
“I hate my flower, I want to fly!”
He bellows and bawls and rants!
The larva curls up, closes its eyes.
The gardener has insecticide
Swats away flashing flies
The larva he has spied!