GRANDMAMMA SPIDER.
Grandmamma Spider is building a nest
Right there by the crack in the wall;
Look sharp, little friends, the threads are so fine
You hardly can see them at all.
Two little birds—see them up in that tree?—
Are singing a beautiful song,
All about grasses, and flowers, and leaves,
And summer that waited so long.
The wind is a lullaby, soft and sweet;
Miss Pussy is purring a tune;
Towser is happy—he’d talk if he could;
Sir Cricket chirps loud, for it’s June.
Pods and Blossoms of the Vanilla.