The itsy spider, curled up in her web,
ate a good husband, and now he is
dead. The itsy spider

sang a blue song, along came an ant
and now he is gone. The itsy
spider laid a mountain of eggs,

in just a short time, they dropped
from her bag. The
itsy spider too quickly

had kids, and before very long
they ate her, they did.
The new itsy spiders

will soon rue the day
they feasted on Mom
at Donegal Bay.

12/29/2005

Posted on 12/29/2005
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