Picky Mrs. Spider
Black body and silver wings
Trapped against the sticky strings
Violently, shakes the fly
Tears would fill those hexagon’d eyes
In a frenzy, desperate to escape
He refuses to accept his fate
Hearing Mr. Fly squirm, so deliciously frantic
Someone nasty answered his panic
Eight long legs to make the scene
From fly’s trapped mouth explodes a scream
Mrs. Spider looks at Mr. Fly
Laughs at his size, and walks on by
Trapped against the sticky strings
Violently, shakes the fly
Tears would fill those hexagon’d eyes
In a frenzy, desperate to escape
He refuses to accept his fate
Hearing Mr. Fly squirm, so deliciously frantic
Someone nasty answered his panic
Eight long legs to make the scene
From fly’s trapped mouth explodes a scream
Mrs. Spider looks at Mr. Fly
Laughs at his size, and walks on by