There he sits by the fire
In his cobweb empire
Never looking around
Never making a sound
Good old spider
Clever old spider
Making plans for the day
Spinning webs for his prey
Never giving a thought
To whatever he caught
Good old spider
He is old and he's wise
And he loves little flies
Hangs them up in a row
Round his nest and below
When you meet him he smiles
Full of spidery wiles
And inviting you in
He continues to spin
Good old spider
There he sits by the fire
Like an old country squire
Dinner-plate in his lap
He's a nice little chap
Good old spider
(Hagnir/Erin)

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