Little Miss

The little miss sat on the grass
having a cold lemonade in a glass
gliding down from above was a surprise
crazy legs herself looking her in the eyes
climb up my silk you succulent young deb
I'll take you for a spin in my new spun web
get a move on little girl the spider cried
mamma said never go webbing with strangers she replied

and on that final word the little miss ran away.