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A spider danced a cozy jig
Upon a frail trapeze;
And from a far-off clover field
An ant was heard to sneeze.
And kings that day were wise and just,
And stones began to bleed;
A dead man rose to tell a tale,
A bigot changed his creed.
The stable boy forgot his pride,
The queen confessed an itch;
And lo! More wonderful than all,
The poor man blessed the rich.
By B-Lo_Summit
A spider danced a cozy jig
Upon a frail trapeze;
And from a far-off clover field
An ant was heard to sneeze.
And kings that day were wise and just,
And stones began to bleed;
A dead man rose to tell a tale,
A bigot changed his creed.
The stable boy forgot his pride,
The queen confessed an itch;
And lo! More wonderful than all,
The poor man blessed the rich.
By B-Lo_Summit