THE MISS SPIDER TEA PARTY (la cercavo da anni e finalmente lho trovata tramite mirc d madonna club...grazie a ki me la fatta caricare...la aggiungerò in versione video appena il mio modem andrà a 1 velocità decente ...x ora accontentatevi del testo)
Miss Spider's tea party. One lonely spider sipped her tea While gazing at the sky She watched
the insects on the leaves And many flying by. "If I had friends like these," she sighed, "Who'd
stay a while with me, I'd sit them down on silken chairs And serve them cakes and tea." Two
timid beetles - Ike and May - Crept from the woodwork that same day. But when Miss Spider begged,
"Please stay?" They shrieked, "Oh no!" and dashed away. Three fireflies flew inside that night,
Their spirits high, their tails alight. They spied the web and squeaked in fear, "We'd better
get away from here!" The little trio did not feel They'd care to be a spider's meal. Four
bumblebees buzzed by outside. "Please come to tea!" Miss Spider cried. The four ignored her
swaying there. She waved a tea towel in the air. She took a cup and tapped the glass. Then one
bee spoke to her at last: "We would be fools to take our tea With anyone so spidery." Within
the shadows of the room, Just peeking from behind a broom, Five grinning faces bobbed and peered.
Miss Spider smiled. Her heart was cheered. Descending for a closer look, She danced into the
gloomy nook But sadly found those jolly mugs Belonged, alas! to rubber bugs. Some ants strode in,
they numbered six, But ant with spiders will not mix. She brewed them tea from hips of roses;
The proud platoon turned up their noses. A fine bouquet concealed its prize Of seven dainty
butterflies. Miss Spider, watching from the wall, Was not aware of them at all. The tea table
was set for eight With saucers, cups, and silver plate. The cakes were fresh, the service gleamed
, Yet no one would arrive, it seemed. Her company in no demand Left her a cup for every hand.
Nine spotted moths kept safe and warm In shelter from a thunderstorm. They stood beneath an
open sash And watched the jagged lightning flash. Miss Spider dropped down on a thread A silver
tray above her head. She'd hoped to please them but instead.... They flew away in mortal dread!
"They've left me all alone," she cried. She dabbed her eyes and sadly sighed. "It's plain no
bug will ever stay." Her tears splashed down upon the tray. Ten tiny cups of tea Were perched
atop her trembling knee. She sipped and sobbed, then heard a cough And turned to see a small wet
moth - A fragile thing so soaked by rain, His wings too damp to fly again. She smiled and took
a checkered cloth To cloak the frail and thankful moth. They talked and snacked on tea and pie
Until his tiny wings were dry. Then lifting him with tender care She tossed him gently in the
air. The moth told Ike, then Ike told May, Who went from bug to bug to say, "There is no reason
for alarm. She never meant us any harm!" So later on that afternoon, Assembled in the dining
room, Eleven insects came to tea To share Miss Spider's courtesy. Twelve tender violets in a
vase Presented at Miss Spider's place Set by her chair, so neatly spun. She munched the blossoms,
one by one. Her friends were glad to watch her feast Upon the floral centerpiece. It was a
great relief to see She ate just flowers and drank just tea. Miss Spider's reputation grew.
Before too long our hostess knew Each bug who crawled or hopped or flew And all their lovely
children too. The End! Madonna ends with, "And the moral of this story is, Don't judge a bug
until you know her!"