Ladybird ladybird fly away home,
Your house in on fire and your children are gone,
All except one and that's little Ann,
For she crept under the frying pan.

She's over in the corner, with a bloke!

It sickens me to see such sad neglect,

my God, I think I even smell the smoke -

she hasn't even telephoned and checked!

It's not my job to tell her of the fire,

I wouldn't be in this bird's place for quids,

her house by now a family funeral pyre

a tragedy, such young and lovely kids.

A sole surviving daughter - so I heard,

who used a metal pan to shield her head,

Police hope she can tell them what occurred,

what torched the place with all the kids in bed.

This ladybird should fly home in a flash,

young Ann is waiting for her, in the ash.