“‘The spider wears a plain brown dress,
And she’s a steady spinner;
To see her, quiet as a mouse,
Going about her silver house,
You’d never, never, never guess
The way she gets her dinner.’
That’s real pathetic, isn’t it, now?”
“Very,” answered Zed and Zoo, together.
“I met a Southern fly once,” continued the talkative fly, “and they have more enemies down there than we do in the North. Take the lizards and chameleons, for instance—”
“Oh! we know about them,” cried the little ants.