To a little red spider

And what have ye come to bring,

Ye wee little scrap of a thing?

Sure 'tis a long way down from the ceiling,

A long way down for to swing.

And you, an atom so small,

How found ye the way at all?

Sure, 'tis a long way down from the ceiling,

A long way down for to fall.

Small wizard, ye came to me,

Saying 'Good hope for thee!

Sure, 'tis a long, long night has no morning,

With no fresh dawn for to see!'

And that's what ye came to bring,

Ye wee little scrap of a thing!

Sure, all the long way down from the ceiling,

Such a long way down for to swing.