I found a dancing spider,
so majestic on his feet.
I decided to adopt him,
and named the fella Pete.
Pete was quite amazing,
and he became my friend,
he’d dance for me, so gleefully,
until his tragic end.
He knew when I was worried,
or when I was feeling blue.
With a tip, and a tap, a shimmy and a rap,
he could always bring me through.
My dancing friend, met his end,
by pure accident you see.
I didn’t see him on the ground,
and perhaps he tried to flee.
Now my dancing spider,
is buried in the ground.
I feel so bad, and get so sad,
that Pete is not around.
No more dances, no more twirls,
to brighten up my day.
I hope he knows I’m sorry,
that things ended up this way.
But, although the story is sad,
and I promise that it’s true.
It has a happy ending,
and now I’ll tell it to you.
The other day, when I came home,
I was missing Pete so bad.
When I closed the door, and looked at the floor,
I saw something that made me glad.
A tiny dancing spider,
was twirling on the spot.
It would seem, Pete was a she,
I think I’ll name her Dot.
