When I was a young child we lived on a block that had trees shaped like umbrellas at the curb. We called them Umbrella Trees for lack of knowing its proper name.
For whatever reason, these trees always had ladybugs on the leaves, lots of ladybugs. So of course as young children we would stand in front of the trees and sing;
"Ladybug, ladybug fly away, your children are hungry and they want to play.
So thank you for the memories you brouhgt back by posting the picture of the ladybug on the leaf.
The moving finger writes; And having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line Nor all your Tears Wash out a Word of it. Omar Khayam