I’m quite a show
And people know;
Spinning threads
For capture of heads.
My limbs are many,
But I may be less than a penny.
One prick of me,
And in pain you will be.
I may fly and float as a baby,
And I swing when I’m older, maybe.
I can live in dark,
And have homes of bark.
I peel and fight,
Some people eat me in a bite.
What am I?
A spider. |
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