Here above the spider’s bed
Balanced on a tiny thread
Soft the sound his cello plays
In harmony with summer days
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Melodically he moves his bow
In mystic motioned rhythm’d flow
O’ the cast of crescent moon
Illuminates his wondrous tune
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A thousand dragonflies appear
His cello sound they long to hear
Now as he plays this mellow song
A cricket choir sings along
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The audience in grand delight
Embrace the magic on this night
For as all earth has come to know
No sweeter sound than his cello