A dancer on its woven silken wire.
In our world is indeed the spider's place,
Of arachnid beauty will I not tire.
Eight little legs that jump and hop about,
Multiple eyes and rounded abdomen.
Those little legs make ladies scream and shout.
All marvelous spiders, I write for them.
But why fear such tiny, sweet little things?
This web weaver will never seek you harm.
To people a spider should be a king.
Come everyone, embrace their fangèd charm.
In the future you do not need to dread,
Fear not the spider, but love it instead.