A tale quite queer, though full of festive cheer. (aka what happens when I'm too tired to yawn)
"Who's he?", queried the flea, as he flew towards me.
"A spider", my reply; though spoken to the fly.
"A spider?" said the bee. "Gee", continued she.
"But why?" sighed the fly, "you know I'm far from spry."
"They're evil" spoke the weevil, "I don't fancy an upheavel."
"And they bite", added the mite, though not trying to incite.
"They just- they look so primeval," continued on the weevil.
"That's right" concurred the mite, "I fear we face a plight."
"They make me feel sick", contributed the tick.
"It's enough to make you squirm", so confirmed the worm.
"Kick it out, and quick", said the tick, giving it the flick
"I really must affirm, with spiders we must be firm."
"Indeed, I am agreed", put forth the centipede.
"No dice is our advice. We say no", declared the lice.
"It seems you must concede", intoned wise centipede.
Replied I, "most concise. It seems prejudice is your vice."
"You are all God's creatures," to which "humph!" grumbled the leeches.
"And it's christmas, so just get along, and together you'll be strong."
"In our minds, sense now features!" How wise now were the leeches!
Said all "we were wrong!" and they shyly rubbed their prongs.
And then the spider ate them all.
"A spider", my reply; though spoken to the fly.
"A spider?" said the bee. "Gee", continued she.
"But why?" sighed the fly, "you know I'm far from spry."
"They're evil" spoke the weevil, "I don't fancy an upheavel."
"And they bite", added the mite, though not trying to incite.
"They just- they look so primeval," continued on the weevil.
"That's right" concurred the mite, "I fear we face a plight."
"They make me feel sick", contributed the tick.
"It's enough to make you squirm", so confirmed the worm.
"Kick it out, and quick", said the tick, giving it the flick
"I really must affirm, with spiders we must be firm."
"Indeed, I am agreed", put forth the centipede.
"No dice is our advice. We say no", declared the lice.
"It seems you must concede", intoned wise centipede.
Replied I, "most concise. It seems prejudice is your vice."
"You are all God's creatures," to which "humph!" grumbled the leeches.
"And it's christmas, so just get along, and together you'll be strong."
"In our minds, sense now features!" How wise now were the leeches!
Said all "we were wrong!" and they shyly rubbed their prongs.
And then the spider ate them all.