THE LADY BUG.
The lady bug iz the most genteel vermin in market.
They are spotted red and blak for color, are about the size ov a double B shot, and don’t look unlike a drop ov red sealing wax.
They hang around gardens in the spring ov the year, and are wuss, and quicker, on kukumber vines, than a distrikt skoolmaster iz on a kittle ov warm pork and beans.
The lady bug iz the pet ov little children, who ketch them in their hands and then sing to them the old nursery rime:
“Lady bug, lady bug, fly away home,
Your house is on fire, and your children will roam.”
Let them go, and sure enough the lady bug duz put for home in a grate hurry.
The lady bug iz probably useful, but Webster’s unabridged dont tell us for what.
Whenever i cum akros enny bug, that i dont know what they waz built for, i dont blame the bug.
I hav grate phaith in ennything that kreeps, krawls, or even wiggles, and tho i haint been able tew satisfy miself all about the usefulness ov bed bugs, musketoze, and striped snaix, i hav phaith that Divine Providence did not make them in vain.
Phaith iz knolledge ov the highest order.