Oh spider high upon the wall,
What do you do all day?
Where do you go when you do crawl,
Or do you prefer to stay?
With eight long legs,
And many eyes,
Why not eat ham, or cheese, or eggs?
Why only nosh on flies?
If I were a spider, big or small,
I'd build a web behind a wall,
And scuttle somewhere safe and sound,
Where I could sit and not be found.
Now Mr spider, I'm not picky,
But eating flies is rather sicky.
Just look at all the food out there!
There's sweets and cake and grapes and pears.
But spider high upon the wall,
The things you see, to where you crawl,
No one can ever understand,
And maybe thats why you're so grand.