Ladybird

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.