Anxious Annie… and the Spider

Annie didn’t like spiders,
Oh, no - not at all,
There was one in her bedroom
So she screamed and hollered:
‘MUM. There’s a spider in my room,
Come, take it away, please
It’s black and it’s hairy
And it’s legs look like trees.’
 
But Mum couldn’t hear her.
She was out in the garden
Tending roses and violets
And having a wander.
 
So Annie sat alone
With the spider for company
She wondered why it scared her,
It was really quite tiny.
 
‘Get away spider’
She shouted out loud
You’re black and you’re scary
You’ve too many legs
And you’re really quite ugly.’
 
‘Well’, said the spider
‘Why are you scared?
Just look at yourself:
Like a giant two-legged pear.’
And you think I’m hairy,
Just look at your braids
Your big stamping feet
And your hands,
Like huge spades.’
 
‘Yes, I suppose I must seem like a giant to you
But you run about too fast
All those hairy legs  
They’re really not cool.’
 
‘Let’s make a pact’,
Baby spider suggested
‘If you don’t tread on me
I won’t frighten your friends.
See, I can make webs at your beck and call
It’s magical really,
Much better than toys and dolls.’
 
So baby spider danced,
She spun and she weaved
Great webs like flowers
Annie, giggled, quite pleased.
 
‘Were you calling me Annie?’
Mum chimed up the stairs
‘It’s okay’ laughed Annie
I was just a bit scared’.
 
Mum climbed quickly to the top of the stairs
Threw open the door, to a shock and surprise
There was little Annie with a spider in her hand,
Giggling and playing
And showing off her dolls.
 
‘Well, I never,’ said Mum
‘I thought you hated spiders’.
‘But this one’, said Annie
‘Is my new Spinderella.’