A golden silk spider I do
Weave a large and shiny web that,
Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo,
Zigs and zags through my habitat,
Which is open air and I could
Make an escape in creepy crawl.
But in my space I have it good
And no desire to take withdrawal.
So I am content to stay here,
Watching visitors come and go,
Who should never have any fear
That upon any I will show.
African Journey's where I be.
On your journey come visit me.
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