That's a jumping spider I told you that it wants to be left alone But still you persist Because who can resist Its lilliputian beauty So exquisite So fragile And it would certainly meet doom At your equally Exquisitely Lilliputian fingers
I spare the spider your brutal curiosity Like how I wish Life would spare your innocence From the groping, grubby Fingers of this broken world Ignorant to your transcendence This filthy world Eager to offer you gilded trinkets In exchange for your radiance Pure joy unsullied By the taint of human guile It's foie gras to them Though there are higher things We are called to