Spiders are in king's palacesSays the Bible. Who are we?We build fancy houses;We think we are great.We are so grand!Yet who has such fine Housing as these creatures?They lounge on ivory pillowed bedsAll day as clean mountain airSweeps through art deco wallsAt night the moon beams through Gossamer ceilingsThe whole perfumed withScent designed by God.

Morning musicSong of muskmelonTrumpet sweet as Honeysuckle along a Texas fenceBuzzing alive with beesHumming with hummingbirdsSoft satin skirt ofTime-sensitive silkLilting in fluted grace at noonClamped tightly closed by evening

Ice skaters swirl and twirl,Glide and slide to the music'sBeat and rhythm. Sparkle —Spin in spangled costumesOn thin gray-white ice — DreamApplause... Take a bow.