Said The Spider

Said the spider to the moth
why go near that flame?
come rest upon my cozy web
the weather's much more tame

Said the moth back to the spider
you think as well you ought
I could fly high and be myself
or be your food for thought

Said the spider to the moth
you'll never reach that flame
you've tried so hard with no reward
come sit, enjoy the fame

Said the moth back to the spider
It's not the fame I seek
God made my wings to soar up high
He made your fangs to eat

Said the spider to the moth
It's lonely on your quest
I'll be your friend and tag along
I really think that's best

Said the moth back to the spider
you have a pleasant tone
but when I soar up near the flame
I never fly alone

Said the spider one last time
You're chasing after air
come plant your feet and hold on tight
the world will think it's fair

Said the moth, it might be fair
and thanks for your concern
you sit and hope and may grow fat
I'll fly toward what I yearn