Ballad of the Spider - as a Nord bard from Skyrim might sing it
Oh sing ye, oh sing ye
Of the Spider who was
Merely biding his time
As he crawled through the dust
When all of a sudden
His eyes did behold
The cheese crumbs on my table
And he became bold
Venturing forward
Through the litter of my dinner
Surely he thought
That he was a winner
But whose fingers did crush
The poor spider's frail life?
Who snuffed out his mind
Like the thrust of a knife?
Twas my mother,
In all sooth
For I was too lazy
In my hunger and youth
And poor spider was gone
Like a candle snuffed out
But his memory lives on
Of that we have no doubt
His lament was a testament
To his misplaced bravado
But now this song must end
And away I must go!
Ballad of the Spider - Acapella Version
Recorded the ballad -
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