I’m not a lady, and I’m not a bug guy.

Away home is where they all tell me to fly…

Because here in this garden, I don’t belong –

Societal rules, long-established in song.

Lady or bug, or go home – what a bad joke;

My family is all gone, and my home is in smoke.

To burn or fit in, to one nursery box?

No. Out, I am. Me. RED with black polka dots!