Call Me Smeagol? Poem by Ima Ryma

Ah, humans have discovered me,
A 'new' arachnid harvestman.
Now not a spider do I be.
I'm in a dif'rent order clan.
I get what food I need to eat,
And do so with no need to eye,
Move fine on multi leggy feet.
I have no pigmentation - why?
A Brazil cave I do call home.
Humans fret I'll become extinct,
Cuz I have no desire to roam.
I note humans have weird instinct.

Humans named me Smeagol, I guess -
Some fiction dude, but I'm fact - yes!