Ballads for little folk . THE Youve read of a spider, I suppose, Dear children, or been told,That has a back as red as a rose, And legs as yellow as gold. Well, one of these fine creatures ran In a bed of flowers, you see,Until a drop of dew in the sun Was hardly as bright as she. Her two plump sides, they were besprent With speckles of all dies,And little shimmering streaks were bent Like rainbows round her eyes. Well, when she saw her legs a-shine,And her back as red as a rose, She thought that she herself was fineBecause she had fine clothes ! Then wild she grew, like one po
Ballads for little folk . THE Youve read of a spider, I suppose, Dear children, or been told,That has a back as red as a rose, And legs as yellow as gold. Well, one of these fine creatures ran In a bed of flowers, you see,Until a drop of dew in the sun Was hardly as bright as she. Her two plump sides, they were besprent With speckles of all dies,And little shimmering streaks were bent Like rainbows round her eyes. Well, when she saw her legs a-shine,And her back as red as a rose, She thought that she herself was fineBecause she had fine clothes ! Then wild she grew, like one possessed,For she thought, upon my word, 1 A spider that lives among flowers, and takes its color from them. The Flower-Spider. 71 That she wasnt a spider with the rest,And set up for a bird ! Ay, for a humming-bird at that! And the summer day all through,With her head in a tulip-bell she sat, The same as the hum-birds do. She had her little foolish day, But her pride was doomed to fall, And what do you think she had to pay
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