My Ladybird. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

Come fly to me whene'er you will and rest upon my hand
Then sit with me to catch your breath and let your face be fanned
By the gentle breeze warmed by the sun, no don't be feart of me
My little bird o' black and red, I mean no harm to thee.
To me you're like a polished stone, you set my heart alight
So delicate, so beautiful, you're aye a welcome sight
So when you flap your tiny wings and find it's time to rest
Fly to me sweet ladybird and let my hand be your nest.