Mother Spider makes a plan
And sets to work as best she can
She weaves her strands of cruelty tight
And coats them with affection bright
The tallest tales adorn her nest
All underpinned with malice best
A fine veneer of fair deceit
This faked accord is quite a feat
This web’s a work of sheer delight
It’s shiny new and clean and bright
But pull it here, and tug it there,
It tumbles into disrepair
Its anchor ropes are paper thin
They’re only made of waffling
And cheats, and tales, and sleight-of-hand
Malice wraps it strand by strand
But Mother Spider doesn’t care
She hardly seems to be aware
Mother Spider shuts her eyes
And weaves another web of lies