The spider is a weaver
The magical deciever
It lays a snare atop the air. Come little ones. A treat awaits.
The pied piper plays a tune
He spins a a lovely guise
He catches children never flies. Come little ones. A treat awaits.
The politician on the stump
Puts the spin in his ragged tale
To win the minds and snare. Come little one. Atreat awaits.
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 11:38 PM UTC
The spider is a weaver
The magical deciever
It lays a snare atop the air. Come little ones. A treat awaits.
The pied piper plays a tune
He spins a a lovely guise
He catches children never flies. Come little ones. A treat awaits.
The politician on the stump
Puts the spin in his ragged tale
To win the minds and snare. Come little one. Atreat awaits.
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