An Ode To A Happy Little Spider
(Or, A Song For A Sad, Unfortunate Fly)
The happy little spider
Climbs the brightly colored wall
To spin a bouncy little web
While the playful blue birds call
Spinning spinning spinning
While humming a happy, cheerful tune
He builds for his tomorrow
In the corner of the room
As the sleepy evening sun
Settles softly into bed
The happy little spider
Spins his final thread
Still humming his cheerful tune
And oh so happy with his feat
He inspects his silky work
To ensure it’s all complete
With the chirping of the crickets
And with the crescent moon in ebb
The happy little spider
Snuggles in his web
As his sleepy eyelids close
Right before his dreams begin
He says his evening prayers
With a happy, thankful grin
For he knows that comes the morrow
When he rises from his bed
His prayers will all be answered
And his belly will be fed
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