Ladybug by Ron Bath

Ladybug, ladybug
Why do you cling to me that way?
Are you afraid the wind might come and carry you away?
Ladybug, ladybug
Don’t you understand?
The wind can blow, and come and go,
I’ve got you by the hand
Ladybug, ladybug
you cling to me, just so
It’s as if you knew I was afraid you might be letting go