The Fly's Escape


United States
30° 35' 48.5304" N, 90° 12' 20.5596" W

Caught in a web the fly

Will soon say good- bye

Knowing his life may end

He has to save his friend

Looking around for help

No one hears him yelp

The creepy eight legs

Listens to all the begs

Of the poor weak flies

The only fly that was wise

Watched the spider like a hawk

As he stalks and stalks

When the time came, he saw his chance

The fly put the spider in a trance

Now he has the time

To undo the spider's crime

He unfastens his friends

This is where the spider’s dinner ends.

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