It has come to my attention
Said the spider to the fly
You are caught in my suspension
And now soon you're going to die.
It may be a bit confining
To be wrapped and tucked away
But my daughters are all pining
For a snack or two today.
As we lay you on the table
And we bow our heads to pray
You will note we all are grateful
That your flight turned out this way.
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