I CAUGHT a little ladybird That flies far away; I caught a little lady wife That is both staid and gay. Come back, my scarlet ladybird, Back from far away; I weary of my dolly wife, My wife that cannot play. She's such a senseless wooden thing She stares the livelong day; Her wig of gold is stiff and cold And cannot change to grey. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SAILORS' [OR MARINERS'] SONG by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES A SERMON AT CLEVEDON; GOOD FRIDAY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN WASTED HOURS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES STRANGE HURT [SHE KNOWS] by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES AT A READING by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH WINDOW TRIMMER by MARGARET LEE ASHLEY |