Ladybird ladybird

fly away home

your house is on fire

your children are gone

 

The fire engine’s racing

up over the hill.

Where are you ladybird,

far away still?

 

The neighbours are crying

cos your babies are burned.

You’re always lying,

you never returned.

 

Going out on the town

just whenever you can,

going out drinking

with your ladybird man.

 

No babysitter -

your purse was too tight.

Bet you wish you had one though

just for last night.

 

Out singing and dancing

in your ladybird shoes,

when you get home

you’ll have ladybird blues.

 

The council won’t house you now

not after this.

My wicked ladybird

out on the piss.

 

And all of your children

they’re burnt to a crisp.

Your conscience is missing

you wil ‘o the wisp!

 

But I know you’ll feel sad

that your babies are gone.

All fifty thousand,

you loved every one.

 

And when you see your home

just a smouldering heap

sit down my poor ladybird

sit down and weep.

 

For you put yourself first

as you always have done

and when tragedy struck

you were out having fun.