Dear Robynn,
Once lived a spider named Charlotte
Who built her web over a garden pot.
Late at night, while she slept,
First it snuck, then it crept,
And left with her web; she’s distraught
Jelly asked ‘what makes you so sad?’
She told them of what she no longer had
“I weave in sun or rain
But each night is the same
Who is it, this sneak? This footpad?”
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“What could it be,” Jelly asked Cricket.
“Who is this sneak that could be so wicked?”
“I’m not sure let’s go see,
Be it a he or she,
For our friend Charlotte we seek it.”
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Once they had climbed back down to the ground
Cricket sniffed and then she searched all around;
Pieces of web and strings,
beside sticks and odd things,
that went downhill then up a mound.
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Led by a path of web and scents
Along to a eerie hallow they went
At a strange garden bed
A spooky pumpkin said
Go in, go on, I give consent
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Deep in the hallow, in misty gloom
Where things were still and silent like a tomb
Jelly said I found it here
She said it must be near
Above her head, she said, it loomed
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She ducked behind the pumpkin head
and Cricket ducked down inside instead
Up the web the thief came
And it seemed just the same
A second spider they saw with dread
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They hurried back to Charlotte then
and showed her where it was that they had been
Once back at the hallow
Jelly said with a swallow
Just here, I believe, is it’s den
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You do not need to take my web
You can make your own web, so Charlotte said
It’s all in the design
No need to steal mine
This is how to make one instead
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The thief was pleased with what he made
Jelly and Cricket were happy to aid
No more did he steal
Farewell this ordeal
All was well now so they played
Rat Corner 