Deep hidden in a forest thick and wide
A tiny spider had begun to knit
Its lovely web, feeling so full of pride,
To catch from time to time a fly in it.

When it was done, it thought it did its best,
But afterwards, so tired it became
That felt the need to find the blessed rest
And in its web it huddled without shame.

Next day a squirrel looking for romance,
Who jumped on a green bow with skill and art
Hit with its long and bushy tail by chance
The fine, thin web and tore it all apart.

Watching the trouble helpless and resigned,
Instead of making a great fuss in vain,
The spider, because it is so designed,
Began to weave the fine web once again.

And all day long it worked with might and main
Because it hated to give up and sigh
And if it happened to be torn again
It would repair it without any cry.