Granny Rags Poem

A little spin spun his web
Hidden down below
Catching thing within it's strands
From where, it doesn't know


It comes upon a music box
It opens just a bit
And from the crack, does flood a tune
And the spider's head does split


A bitty bunny digs on down
And what happens next
It finds the spiders music box
And the bunny's rather vexed


The box is nearly closed now
But the bunny takes a peak
And now that solemn rhapsody
Is all that he can speak


And now all from the land above
Come little butterflies
But check the wings for one of them
A dark moth in disguise


Seek among the beetles
The serpent all alone
She who hears the subtle song
From iron and carved bone


If you hear my little birdies song
You're not the only one
Bigger birds to you
To have a little fun