But he managed to crawl out the pot
a shade of blue and then
before he’d gone a half an inch
he fell right in again
This time the paint was yellow
and he turned a stripy green
he was in an artist’s palette
it was a strange and dreamlike scene
When he’d fallen in a few more pots
and paint was choking up his throat
he looked like he was wearing
Joseph’s many coloured coat
But just in time the painter
noticed what was taking place
and taking up his paint brush
flicked the spider into space
He tumbled upwards through the air
and then began to drop
ultimately landing on
the artist’s canvas with a plop
He scurried up the canvas
’til he reached the top and then
he turned around and scampered
straight back down again
Up and down and left and right
in circles round and round
until he saw a strand of web
and he was homeward bound
The painter didn’t mind at all
the spider was a pest
but when he saw the canvas
he knew it was the best
He’s never done a better painting
it had a style he’d never seen
not impressionist nor cubist
nor anywhere between
So he took it to the gallery
where they put it on display
and hung it right there in between
Picasso and Monet
