Spider, spider, oh so light,
Who did frame thy symmetry,
Gave thee shape
And gave thee legs
So to walk
Amongst the flowers.
Who gave thee power
To spin a web
So to walk
In air, freespace.
Who gave thee purpose
So to change
Thy path a-walking,
Thy way to go.
Who did give thee
Such a mind
To walk in shades
Of orange, blue
Red and white,
In beauty bold
Where beauty brights.
Spider, spider, oh so light
To walk with you
Upon this day
About my Bird of Paradise.
Paradise, paradise
About my Bird of Paradise
Oh, to have such a view
As spider walks
On Paradise.
