Refurbished Nursery Rhymes: Reservations Not Required
An itsy bitsy spider
Is waiting for the rain
To drip its final droplets down
So she can weave her web again.
Next time she'll choose a better spot
Than that worn-out water spout.
It was damp and cramped
And the sun could never quite
Completely dry it out.
This web she'll string between two trees,
A fat oak and one much thinner.
Then with lacey, lethal table set,
The patient spider will wait some more
To see who'll drop by for dinner.
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