You died two years from the day you were born
Survived the winter time, the highways kept you warm
Used up a thorough life in and out of thoroughfares
Your summer home was a blade of grass beneath a folding chair
Nature denied you the aphids I provided
March, April and May came and went
I tried my best to keep you fed and at rest
When your wings were torn from their seams I held you and healed you at my breast
Maybe I’m in love with the ladybugs
Missing and alone and out of luck
August nights in fortunate flight with love
He was taken away from you by a mantis’ jaws
Mountains taunted you with their eyes as they counted your spots
Locked inside of a jar for half-a-month
It hurts my heart to see your luck run out this way
Deep, earthy soil covered your skin so tenderly
After all of the ashes cooled, your dots had burnt away
My tears fell and froze to the roads, Western Washington was afraid
Chorus
Ladybug, Ladybug fly away home
Your house is on fire your children are gone
All except for one, her name is Florae
She hid herself beneath a honey tree
For all of its abstractions and math formulas Quaternions is pleasantly sprinkled with wry humor, general cleverness, reverence, and the magic vocal potion from Kid A (see Outside of Time). Ruby Parasols