Spider:
”I m lonely, sad and I often cry
I’d like to play with a nice butterfly
Come to my net, play and rest
I will be your host, you’ll be my guest!”

Spider:
”I m lonely, sad and I often cry
I’d like to play with a nice butterfly
Come to my net, play and rest
I will be your host, you’ll be my guest!”
I was a carriage in one great story
For me that was honor and glory
I am round and orange, that is not a lie
I’m a material for a delicious pie!
(Pumpkin)