Dainty wee one waiting there,
How you smoulder, how you glare.
Come on now, you must behave.
I, you know, am not your slave.
Jumping up and down with rage,
Tantrums, sulks, the lot you stage.
Dancing round and circling wide, Stilted legs in sliding stride. Come now, we one, curb your wrath! Can I help if I must bath? What a silly place to spin Webs so fine (you might fall in). Dignity outraged, you stalk Over floors with stilted walk: Daddy longlegs, puffed with pride,
Go where you belong – outside!