houts@reed.UUCP (Bill Dark) (02/02/85)
A sad farewell we bid to thee, My eight-legged stage door friend; And the wreath of fat houseflies laid on your grave We will lovingly cherish and tend. A regular Thespis in spidery form, Though Nature created him dumb; Hamming it up from a silvery thread Was our bon vivant arthropod chum. But Nature weaves a tangled web Which brings us to spiderless days, And our mandibled comrade's earthly friends Now sing the following praise: "He devoted his forces to Culture and Art, That tasteful retainer named 'Max' did, And that is why we each shed a tear For our elegant stage-door arachnid."