The spider is a lovely lady.
She knows just what to do,
She weaves a dainty web
to catch the morning dew.
The spider is a lovely lady.
She lives among the trees.
Her babies are so small
they float upon the breeze.
They spin a silken thread
that lifts them in the air.
"Take me home," they whisper.
And it brings them there.
-Frank Asch