That Mother Goose was One Scary Momma

New yard ornaments across the street from my friends house.
Five wide-eyed ladybugs, staring blankly out toward the road.

A little small to make a big statement,
but they’re colorful and nicely painted.

I just remembered the first two lines of their nursery rhyme, so I looked up the rest when I got home.

Ladybug!  Ladybug!
Fly away home.
Your house is on fire.
And your children all gone.
All except one,
And that's little Ann,
For she crept under
The frying pan.

Creepy!
What were we thinking, chanting these words.