That’s My Web!

Smarty Party! Ta-da! A giant spiderweb! I made it myself. ...Oh, sweetie. Watch a pro. Round and orange, out in the fall, They call me the pumpkin spider, y'all! My silk starts liquid, deep inside— I pull it from my spinnerets: it's solid! Surprise! I float a line out on the breeze, It snags across the gap between the trees. A frame, then spokes out like a wheel— Not sticky, so I walk on those. That's the deal! A temporary spiral holds the shape, Then I trade it for the sticky one. No escape! That's my web! Made it myself! Not yarn, not a bag from a Halloween shelf! Spun it from my spinnerets, line by line— A silk for every job, and every thread is mine! Ooh, that's my web! Made it myself! Safety rope? Dragline! I trail it when I roam, Egg-sac silk makes my eggs a cozy home, Sticky spiral? Dotted with drops of glue, Wrapping silk ties up my lunch! Ew! For its weight, my dragline's stronger than steel— And thinner than a hair! Now that's a big deal! That's my web! Made it myself! Not yarn, not a bag from a Halloween shelf! Spun it from my spinnerets, line by line— A silk for every job, and every thread is mine! Ooh, that's my web! Made it myself! Spin, spin, spinnerets! Made it myself! My eyes are fuzzy, but my threads are strings— I pluck 'em like a guitar, and they tell me things! A slow, low sway? Just the breeze. A fast, high buzz? A fly! Dinner, please! My web gets dusty, ripped and torn? I eat it up and spin it new! Reborn! A jumping spider? No catching web at all! Big front eyes spot a fly—she leaps! Whoa! With a safety line, in case she falls! That's my web! Made it myself! Not yarn, not a bag from a Halloween shelf! Spun it from my spinnerets, line by line— A silk for every job, and every thread is mine! Ooh, that's my web! That's my web! Made it myself! Spin, spin, spinnerets! Made it myself! Wow. Yours catches flies. ...Mine caught me. Smarty Party Songs! Like, subscribe, PARTY!