he looks at me, his eyes are scared
          he's shaking at the knees.
She holds the broken lamp in hand,
and jestures round the room.
she points at the broken window and,
I think that I am domed.
          His chin aquiver he looks sad,
          his posture sloutched and sagging bad
          his big brown eyes are hurt and had
          a tear slide down a cheek
Her hands are on her hips just then
what did you do it read.
She waved the lamp at the window pane
what happen she quesitoned. 
          There was a spider big and fat
           he said with hands held high,
           it climbed upon the window pane and tried to eat a fly.
           I thought I'd better kill it, as he made his hand a fist,
           then he pointed at the lamp to show he hit the bug with it.
She raised her eyebrows very high,
as she thought about this claim,
But opened her arms big and wide
and hugged me all the same.
             I am his mother after all,
             I'm glad that he's ok.
She pulled away just then,
and smiled. 
But then gave me a tug,
           Sitting on the window sill was the big old hairy bug!
She made a face of pure disgust,
              His eyes got very big,
She let me take the lamp again-
                  And he gave another swing :)