Whose Web

There once was a spider that made the most prettiest webs
They glistened like silver and were softer than silk, some have said.
The Spider said he made his webs for the little Butterflies
But the Spider was very good with his lies.

In the web is where the innocent have died
The one day, in the satin sky
The Spider caught sight of beautiful wings on high

“Sweet Butterfly” the Spider did sing
“Won’t you come to my web and rest your weary wings”

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Stupid spider
Stupid Fool

Those wings carried your death’s own tool.
So spiders should be careful when they hunt for little butterflies,
For they will be in for a nasty little surprise.

And to the toads that protect the spiders, I bid you farewell
And hope you go and drown in your deep dark wells.