Out in the sunshine,
I sit on my swing.
Lost deep in thought,
In the forest's lone ring.

Floats down a spider:
So glossy and black,
Elegant venom
On her silvery flax.

The scarlet hourglass
Catches mine eye.
She has me enraptured,
Ensnared like a fly.

“My dear, I know you're fawning,”
The spider sweetly sings,
“Over how he looked at you,
“But recall the bitter stings:

“Remember you've before been fooled,
“Remember last year at this time?
“You thought that he was lovely,
“And on looks did climb.

“But then he let you tumble
“For truly, looks deceive.”
Answered I, “But, Spider,
“You think me so naïve?

“I admit I dote his looks,
“But the ones he gives to me.
“Not his outward picture,
“But, he turns, me to see!”

“Ah,” the spider crooned,
“You miss this point as well,
“For based on their reactions,
“From there, too, you fell.

“Count them back now to me,
“How many these, dear, eh?
“More than half a dozen?
”More than you can say?

“Hush now little child,
“I didn't say you won't achieve.
“I offer admonition:
“Beware that looks deceive.”