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Lady, Lady Bug
A lady bug is a lady, you see She is so little, much smaller than me Her wings look like a dress made of red And she has the tiniest little head On her dress, she has black spots Boy, I like lady bug a lot! I like it when she flies onto me Her feet tickle, 'cause they're so tiny "Goodbye lady, lady bug I know you must go, You're really a lady, lady bug, I want you to know."
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