And so he rebuilt his lovely home

All on his own

After someone had knocked it down

For no reason at all



It was a lovely piece of art

Until it was torn apart

Out of spite

It isn’t right



But the little spider wasn’t phased

Right away, he began to reconstruct his maze

For that home did not just keep him alive

It was his pride



And when some careless fool

Put his hand through the spool

He did not dare quit

Once, again began to knit

For what the fool had dared commit

Would not dampen him one little bit



It was not a blow by any means

It was a chance for him to gleam

And do what he does best

Because he knows that the next

Will be better than the rest