The itsy, bitsy spider, climbed up the water spout.
Down came the rain and…caused the spider to shout:
'Screw it, not this time. I'm here and plan to stay.
I'll not be Nature's plaything and get washed away today.'

Along came the wind and tore the water spout down,
But the spider held his turf intact as
          the shattered spout hit the ground.
Along came the trash men to throw the spout away,
But the itsy-bitsy spider still decided he would stay.

In the old junkyard, came the tin man salvaging tin.
He collected the broken water spout in which
          the bitsy spider still hid within.
Then off went the tin man to make his fortune fair,
With itsy bitsy spider still clinging unaware.

At the smelting furnace, the heat began to rise,
Bellowed itsy: "The sun’s finally come out at last!"
          but much to his surprise,
Down dripped the lava of quickly melting tin.
Thought itsy: 'I should have taken that damn water ride.'
          as his bitsy body burned therein.

So if you're an itsy bitsy spider
In a world that's much too large,
Remember: don't fuck with Mother Nature
Or you'll pay for taking charge.