When I was about five years old, I had a book with this poem/song in it:
Fly away home
Your house is on fire
Your children will burn
As a young child, I always thought that this was kind of horrible. It's not like the ladybug is going to be able to do anything when she gets there. Ladybugs can't use fire extinguishers.
But now I am almost fifty years old, and this poem is... well, it's still horrible. Seriously. What the fuck?