The Spider And The Ghost Of The Fly

  Once I loved a spider

  When I was born a fly,

  A velvet-footed spider

  With a gown of rainbow-dye.

  She ate my wings and gloated.

  She bound me with a hair.

  She drove me to her parlor

  Above her winding stair.

  To educate young spiders

  She took me all apart.

  My ghost came back to haunt her.

  I saw her eat my heart.

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