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An artful spider made a plan
    To fool his insect friends.
‘I’ve done some awful things,’ he said.  
    ‘I want to make amends.’

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‘To put things right,’ he told them all,
     ‘Please visit me for tea.
I’ve lots of tasty things in mind,
   As, on that day you’ll see.’

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The minibeasts were quite surprised,
    But thought it might be true,
That someone, so despised by them,
     Would find some good to do.

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‘Oh, let us give him one last chance,
     To show us that he cares.’  -
And: ‘I’ve heard that he’s a superb cook.
     How nice to think he shares.’

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They washed and dressed and, one by one,
     Arrived in time for tea.
They knocked upon the spider's door,
     And in went the first three.

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But oh! And oh! And oh again!
    Quite hidden from them all
A spider’s web awaited them
   Which stretched from wall to wall.

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Quite gripped within the spider’s web
    The three cried in distress,
But did their friends come to their aid?
     Oh no, as you will guess.

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They knew the power of spiders' webs          And knew what spiders did,
So arriving guests fled for their lives
    And very quickly hid.

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But the truth was there for all to see,
    As clear as clear can be:
They'd not been told that they would eat
      When they’d been asked to tea.

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