
The Spider
A hungry spider made a web
Of thread so very fine,
Your tiny fingers scarce could feel
The little tender line.
Round-about, and round-about,
And round-about it spun,
Straight across and back again,
Until the web was done.
Oh, what a pretty shining web
It was when it was done!
The little flies all came to see
It hanging in the sun.
Round-about, and round-about,
And round-about they danced,
Across the web and back again
They darted and they glanced.
"I am hungry very hungry"
said the spider to a fly.
"If you were caught within the web,
You very soon would die."
But round-about, and round-about,
And round-about once more,
Across the web and back again
They flitted as before.
For all the flies were much to wise
To venture near the spider;
They flapped their little wings and flew
In circles rather wider.
Round-about, and round-about,
And round-about went they,
Across the web and back again,
And then they flew away.
This Rhyme was written in a book of Aunt Effie's Rhymes.
Aunt Effie
pseudonym of Lady Ann Hawkshaw 1812-1885
Aunt Effie's Rhymes for Little Children (1852 Addey & Co) -
Hablot K Browne
(1878 Routledge)
Aunt Effie's Rhymes for Children (1856 McLoughlin NY)
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