A young ladybug named BarryWas lost on an African prairieChoking on dustHe thought that he mustNever again follow that lying canary. He heard of a race being heldFirst prize was a trip to HartfeldA village near homeWhere no lions roamIf he won, his woes would be quelled. At registration, he met a flamingoWho introduced herself as Jingo.She was quite the forceHaving designed the courseAnd was smitten by Barry’s glow. She t...