MR. SPIDER

Spider, Spider, spin your web,

Dainty, delicate gossamer,

Beaded dew-drop dressed,

All your glorious work,

Layer upon layer displayed,

On days like these,

I can see and admire where you are.

I can avoid stumbling through

Your perimeter wire,

Miss its clinging, obstructive embrace

All around my hair,

Neck and over my face.

Oh, I am sure while it’s wet

You'll miss a tasty meal,

Once dry, you'll remain hidden,

Well protected from many an eye.

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