Little spider hanging high,
underneath a cloudy sky,
waiting for a feckless fly,
one that will not pass him by.
With his web he hopes to try
to catch one, and then, by and by,
eat one, so he does not die.
Little spider hanging high,
underneath a cloudy sky,
waiting for a feckless fly,
one that will not pass him by.
With his web he hopes to try
to catch one, and then, by and by,
eat one, so he does not die.