By Esha
Spider, spider, trap the tiny insect;
Do it right, don't lead to any suspect.
Prey upon your food and bread;
Ooze it's blood out until it's dead.
Spider, spider, weave your cobweb,
A beautiful prison for your evening celeb.
Squash it down, swallow it up;
Do it forever until your time is up.
Spider, spider, dance with your eight skinny legs;
Life is a thrill until it's your turn to beg.
Turn around! Be quick, get away;
In a blink of eight eyes, your soul slips away.
Spider, spider, fret not about your end;
Aerating the soil is for which you were destined.
Alas! Your purpose had a greater meaning;
You ended up on a plate while someone was dining.
By Esha
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