We can start! here, behold my artistry! Isn't that a beautiful tapestry? Oh, I love me a captive audience! Won't you agree that Athena never stood a chance? Well? Don't you think? Okay, okay, enough dilly-dallying!
Final rating! Five? Oh, how thoughtful! I wonder why others think I'm awful Must be those jealous songs that some bards sing I know, times up! Now you'll feel a sting Have to make you rest! Hope you'll enjoy the visit of my nest!
Behind the sky the Weaver knits All beautiful and ugly things Together as with perfect wit She severs and she stings. Each and every little soul Safe to her downy back she brings While their forgotten lullabies She strums on silver strings.