"Doth protest not," the spider thought
As he climbed the metal drain
Blackened skies, no silver lines
Signaled only pain
Fervor, haste, a quickened pace
Alas, it was in vain
Droplets high, throughout the sky
The end, it came with rain
Though sun poked through from heavens high
The spider was not slain
Droplets returned, back to high
So spider could climb again
