A FRIEND IN NEED
The patience of my pet spider
Is a wonderful thing to behold
She sits near the door frame awaiting
A mosquito to have and to hold
As each slow second passes
The web like deceit is not small
If the web does not get mosquito
The life game still will not pall
The day of the year is Sunday
And April soon will be May
January, February, and March
The 92 days passed away
Yet daddy long legs inherent patience
In wonder I watch it unfold
Like the Scottish peasant knows full well
The mosquito like a man is the gold.
