The inky-dinky spider ran up the water spout,
        Down came the rain and washed the spider out.
        The inky-dinky spider blamed it all on society,
        And became a bum, living off old flies that no one else wanted.
        Behind apartment buildings he'd scavenge
        Through the huge piles of discarded flies,
        With massive garbage dumpsters circling around them,
        Buzzing.