I often wonder why
Why I am a little fly
I have no other friends
Just some gal that spins a web
She tries and tries to invite me in
Come on over, I'll be your friend
A spider in a spider web
All her other friends are dead
So each day we two will play
It seems we are a pair
She, a spider in a web
And me alive out here
One day my friend was on the floor
Her legs were curled within
I came on down and felt so sad
I thought my friend was dead
Just then I heard a chuckling sound
The spider laughed and laughed
She turned around and laughed some more
Then went back into her web
Now I know, I have a friend
Though she is so scary black
That day I knew this deadly gal
Really is my friend
(04/23/2024)
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