The Incy, Wincy Spider


Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet
Eating her curds of whey
Down came a spider
Who wriggled beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away

Poor little Spider
He just wanted to see her
“Oh, I just came down to play.
I wonder, if I could fly
Like a beautiful butterfly,
Would you be here to stay?”

And so, the Incy Wincy Spider
Climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain,
He washed his tears about.
He looked for the sun,
Hope in his heart was gone
And the Incy Wincy Spider
Went up to pout again.


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