"Ladybug in red, you got very far for a little girl, and still I wonder how you did it: you tip-toed gently through the keyhole and fastened back the lock. Rest now on a tea leaf that's dry and cracking to catch your breath. I would imagine you required quite some endurance to make it the whole way back to me.
Sitting by the window, you're so defiant, you're so carefree. You stretch your wings and smell the carpet. I'm waiting to see where you'll go when you're stricken with the nerve. Your spotty bright umbrella covers your back and it seems as though you never heard that luck goes badly when you show all your colors without the covering of the sky.
Teach me all your dances and lady, I'll write for you a song, but in the long run, baby, we would never get along. Please don't ask my council to hurry and cast its final vote; you're hovering at the edge of a Post-it note.
I wish that I could catch you here in my palm. Yeah, I wish you'd land here and stay quiet. You'd read my life lines, and you'd read into them while I'd carry you back out into the yard. But I get super scared. I'm afraid I'll crush you or that you'll be crushed when you get back there, by things unwieldly. The weight of the world makes me wish that you could just stay inside with me.