The Golden Orb Spider
The Golden Orb Spider of Madagascar
sits and spins and spins all day.
When she has spun a bucket of rich silk
an official takes it away.
What have you done with my spinnerets
and where is my hourly pay?
Your spinning is created into gossamer silk
and you work for a cricket a day.
Soon the silk will become richly made gowns
to be worn to the upcoming dance.
After the dance, the gowns will hang
for years with never a glance.
So, what was the point, cried the spider, aghast.
That was very hard work, you know.
Get busy and spin, said the man with bug spray,
you have yards and yards to go.
So, what is the message of this little tale,
the harried spider is anxious to know.
"Quickly go hide, leave your spinning behind,
change your name to The Black Widow!"
Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2021
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