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The Spider
The spider is a true web master,
Sticky strands of sheer disaster.
Her net can trap unlucky prey,
Until she plucks the corpse away.
A spider has eight eyes and legs,
She spins some silk around her eggs.
Her territory rarely grows,
She'd rather stick to what she knows.
Not the best choice for a pet,
Her fangs may be the greatest threat.
When unprovoked she's not a biter,
None should run from harmless spiders.
Sticky strands of sheer disaster.
Her net can trap unlucky prey,
Until she plucks the corpse away.
A spider has eight eyes and legs,
She spins some silk around her eggs.
Her territory rarely grows,
She'd rather stick to what she knows.
Not the best choice for a pet,
Her fangs may be the greatest threat.
When unprovoked she's not a biter,
None should run from harmless spiders.
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