There's a spider singing from it's web
above in the corner of the window
and I hear it's voice as the tide does ebb
and smile at the casual words that flow.

Come find me in the spring, it says
by the land of lemonade and honey
where the sleeping and eating is plenty.

Come find me there by the duck pond,
where the grass dips its hot tendrils
and honeysuckle and cactus flowers meet
to talk of how the wind blows.

Come find me by the willow tree
split in twain one autumn day
where the Owl makes his roomy nest
in the dark, there, I like it best.

And I smile, for I know the song
from years and years ago
and though I'd like to sing along
I've forgotten how it goes.