from All Rare Potatoes Be

Well she was born just a little ladybug
And she stuck out like the sore end of a thumb
And she was born to be a beetle not a bum
But she was stifled by the stiffness in her form

Now she walks with her fur coat on
Claiming everybody’s burdens
From the landlord’s to the curtains
She’s resolved to clean them all
But she never paint’s it bitter
She’s got children to consider
And you’ll never hear a whimper
From our lady of the logs

But once she was born just a little ladybug
And she snuck off on her own one early morn
And she was born to be a beetle not a bum
But she never no meant no one any harm

Now she calls out for her servants
With her calico work shirt on
From the gardens to the porcelain
She’s the lawyer and the law
But she never begs to differ
She’s got holy fathoms with her
And stern judgement to deliver
With a cigar in her jaw

But once she was…