A spider sat on a shelf Waiting all by her self Waiting for a fly To happen to come by Says Miss Spider To the daring young fly What do you have for dinner in mind Alas poor me she said I eat alone No friends to call my own The fly felt sad As she batted her baby blue eyes So he quickly stated to dine Come back at nine She said with a smile As she thought of her mealtime But the fly changed his mind As it neared the time...