Spider Stories

A spider sat on a shelf Waiting all by her self Waiting for a fly To happen to come by Says Miss Spider To the daring young fly What do you have for dinner in mind Alas poor me she said I eat alone No friends to call my own The fly felt sad As she batted her baby blue eyes So he quickly stated to dine Come back at nine She said with a smile As she thought of her mealtime But the fly changed his mind As it neared the time...

Come sit with me, said the spider to the fly.Daylight's gone, moonbeams grace the sky. Glitter from the stars are captured in my web.Breaking night's darkness as sunbeams ebb. Visit for awhile, we can share a story or two.Growing our new friendship, don't be blue. You are safe with me, I mean you no harm.Enjoy our time together, no need for alarm. Make yourself comfy, fold in your tiny wings. I won't try to ensnare you in...

I wonder why, oh why,Does that fly buzz about in my eye?Is it stupid? Why my eye?Are you looking to be killed,Splatted, maimed in cold blood?Do you see that spider? Hanging around, upon its web,Beautifully spun, made from silk,He’s hungry you know!Go on, fly into it, stop bothering me!I’d wager you think,my tea is your drink,that’s why you’re there, isn’t it?Well, I hate to say this,But now you’re dead,Drowned in my cup.F...