Remember those summer spring days catching ladybugs in the grass.
And all the memories that just seem to pass.
We get older.
So now were have all the ladybugs gone.
We'll grow up,
Yet we'll still search
For the little ladybugs in the grass.
Next year comes but not the same
It isn't the same picture in that perfect little frame.
Maybe we shouldn't have caught them
The grasses gems
We don't find as many now
We don't know how
To get back those summer spring days
Those hot days in may
When we would all play
With the little ladybugs
We'll come back anthor day maybe
Things will be the same
Things change time goes
Fewer and fewer ladybugs to find I suppose
Were did all the ladybugs go
This years snow isn't to bad
But thank for the memories though.