On my clothes hung on a line
Sewn for me in soft silk twine.
Carcass of a bumble bee.
Floating in the wind you see.
Flying like a little kite,
With my underwear so white.
What a crafty tailor, you.
Gulliver need fear you too.
I will have to break your heart,
Crafty spider, oh, so smart!
Nice and lite. Like that kite.