The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout.
Down came the rain, and washed the spider out.
Out came the sun, and dried up all the rain,
and the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again.

The itsy bitsy spider riffled his cobweb off his legs.
Ripples of candor light hit the spider's neck.
Outside his nest was a rainbow glowing dark out,
and the itsy bitsy spider went up the water sprout.

The itsy bitsy spider left his home hungry for light.
Down came the night, cold and stark, miles from bright.
All sounds were of the insects that were preyed on silently,
and the itsy bitsy spider was lost to be

minutes to hours to years to some time in between

The itsy bitsy spider looked inside for a reason
Searching anxiously for himself, up to the ceiling of his prison
Careless and calculated he strikes his absence for any food
Water is relentless and pools up beyond his tiny boots

The itsy bitsy spider didn't long for a place to call his own
A shadow fills up his cup and the empty fills whatever's known
And Beyond all the drugs and alcohol and blood is hope
Sitting naively not making a sound to wake the sleeping rope

The itsy bitsy spider looked at his reflection
The scars were brought on some greedy loan, some false election
They didn't heal and his cold blood was still unborn
His body was broken, limbs disfigured and legs torn

but months of therapy self-reflection and positivity made his kind of whole

The itsy bitsy spider left his home hungry for beauty.
Down came the storm, forced the spider under a leaf
Out came the sun, and dried up all the rain,
and the itsy bitsy spid....