When in the garden yesterday, I saw a little spinner; Across one way were heavy threads, Across the other, thinner. I watched her closely as she worked To lay each little thread. At last, she spied me watching her And quickly hid her head. Then I went to change my frock, For it was time for dinner. Later I found this wee hammock– The work of my fairy spinner. ~ Ella M. Wheatley
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