I know a way to stay friends forever, There's really nothing to it, I tell you what to do, And you do it.
Shel SilversteinA spider lives inside my head Who weaves a strange and wondrous web Of silken threads and silver strings To catch all sorts of flying things, Like crumbs of thoughts and bits of smiles And specks of dried-up tears, And dust of dreams that catch and cling For years and years and years...
Shel Silverstein