Incy Wincy Spider

Incy Wincy Spider

Incy Wincy spider climbed up the water spout, Down came the rain and washed the spider out. Up came the sunshine, and dried up all the rain, And Incy Wincy spider climbed up the spout again. But this time, a curious ladybug landed near, "Where are you going in such a hurry, my dear?" Incy Wincy paused, his eight legs a-twitch, "To spin a fine web, in a sunny little niche." The ladybug fluttered, her wings a red gleam, "Niches are nice, but have you considered a stream? The dewdrops collect on the lily pad's face, A perfect web-building, a glistening space." Incy Wincy pondered, a thoughtful frown, Climbing down the spout, a new plan renown. He followed the ladybug, to the whispering stream, Lily pads shimmered, a glistening dream. With a flick of his spinnerets, a web took its form, Catching the sunlight, safe from the storm. Fat, juicy flies, became a delightful treat, A web by the stream, a delicious retreat. Incy Wincy thanked the ladybug, with a happy spin, For friendship and guidance, a brand new way to win. He learned that adventures, beyond the spout could reside, And the world was a vast place, where friendships could confide.