Ladybug, On summer’s day, dost take flight
Speckled black, Scarlet shroud, on tiny wing
Upon this shoulder, Wouldst thou, please, alight?
Grant now this wish, And good fortune bring
To those who thirst, May their thirst be quenched
For those in despair, Might hope yet find a way
Suffer not the children, Midst’ war’s vile stench,
Trouble, disappear, That comfort might stay
In youth, where there is will, But not the means
In age, abundant means, But lack desire
As the world turns, Suff’ring still remains
What noble man, Hath one spark of fire?
Dreams of fairest meadow, On summer’s day
That thou this wish would grant, Don’t fly away