by Charles Causley
Spin me a web, spider,
Across the windowpane
For I shall never break it
And make you start again.
Cast your net of silver
As soon as it is spun,
And hang it with the morning dew
That glitters in the sun.
It's strung with pearls and diamonds,
The finest ever seen,
Fit for any royal King
Or any royal Queen.
Would you, could you, bring it down
In the dust to lie?
Any day of the week, my dear,
Said the nimble fly.
from Sing a Song of Seasons
A Nature Poem for Each Day of the Year
selected by Fiona Waters
illustrated by Frann Preston-Gannon
Candlewick Press, 2018
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