A brown spider so small,
Crawling on the wall,
Spinning webs of silk,
In the corner so still.
It's eight legs so thin,
It's body so slim,
It's eyes so bright,
It's movements so light.
It's web so intricate,
It's pattern so unique,
It's beauty so rare,
It's presence so fair.
It's life so short,
It's time to abort.
