Day after day she roamed the fields,
She crept and crawled among the leaves,
Her back was red with spots of black,
Her size and calling misperceived.
The haughty horse neighed with contempt,
“Hmph, look at her, she’s just a bug,
I carry people on my back,
She sits around just like a slug.”
The snooty sheep let out a baa,
“My coat I surrender once a year,
She’s smooth and hard what can she give?
She’ll never have to face the shears.”
The pompous pig weighed in his oink,
“I’m fattened up despite my fate,
She’ll never know such sacrifice,
To end up on a breakfast plate.”
The conceited cow mooed his mind,
“I give this town butter and cheese,
Producing milk both night and day,
From where I stand her life’s a breeze.”
The ladybug heard all their jeers,
And placed each word inside her heart,
She felt that she was of no worth,
Then understood she must depart.
A few days passed with no events,
Then suddenly the plants turned brown,
The whole farm seemed to waste away,
The garden failed and pests were found.
They all realized much too late,
She was important after all,
The same is true with God’s kingdom,
No gift should be considered small.
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