the bouncing spider
schnyder schnyder
the bouncing spider
had a song
wound up inside her
she'd had it taped
on a silken spool
this was the song
she sang as a rule
o little fly
come be my friend
i have fly's gold
for you to spend
i'll wrap you in silks
to make you pretty
if you refuse
then more's the pity
the silk-voice warbled
through the wood
the best bird-song
didn't seem so good
but no flies came
they were too fly
looking through the song
to the web's black eye
o schnyder schnyder
the bouncing spider
who had a song
wound up inside her
passed through hunger
to the edge of death
the wood stopped growing
and held its breath
one day the silken
web was still
and curious flies
came to find how ill
the spider was – but
becoming too daring
many got stuck
in the silken snaring
but schnyder schnyder
the bouncing spider
who had a song
wound up inside her
presented thus
with a feast of flies
cried weakly in anger
i despise i despise
such dull victims
that have no ear
for the silken song
i keep in here
but when in silence
this web is wrapped
stupid and nosey
they all get trapped
and the web grew slack
in the dying wood
the poor flies wriggled
but it did no good
and schnyder schnyder
the bouncing spider
who had a song
wrapped up inside her
spun into herself
to disappear
he was lost to the world
for many a year
but whether she meant it
or it was a fearful tangle
she came out one night
in the african jungle
she was in a tree
quite close to the sun
in the topmost branch
her web was spun
its silken strands
in the sun's gold rays
dazzled her neighbours
into fulsome praise
and soon the jungle
was wrapt in a sound
(as the bouncing spider's
song unwound)
whose piercing beauty
brought dew to the eyes
of every creature
but the jungle flies
no one could tell
what the song might mean
the song and the web
made so rare a screen
and schnyder schnyder
the bouncing spider
who had a song
wound up inside her
wove her sad magic
both day and night
the moon and the sun
never shone so bright
and after the rains
had moistened the jungle
it wore the spider
like a jewelled bangle
the jungle flies though
soon went mad
unable to hear
a song so sad
they buzzed and bashed
uncontrollably
every tree bore signs
of their mortality
it couldn't be guessed
on what the spider fed
no victim was lured
into the sparkling web
yet schnyder schnyder
the bouncing spider
who had a song
wound up inside her
never stopped singing
and the jungle grows
to this very day
in the song's sad throes
but don't go looking
for the bouncing spider
who has a song
wound up inside her
what you can't see
you can always dream
what's song to one
is another's scream
and each one is born
with a touch of fly
that can't tell beauty
from a spit in the eye
and schnyder schnyder
the bouncing spider
who has a song
wound up inside her
with intolerable sheen
puts the price too high
love me or fear me
be enchanted or die