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Silken threads glisten to announce my birth.

Perfection makes me his masterpiece on earth.

Intricate steps he takes as all the while he spins.

Delicate patterns are woven. My life begins.

Every sticky thread has it purpose. You'll see!

Rain, and storms will not take me down. I'm me!

With strength of steel I hang here in the sun.

Ever mindful of my purpose until my job is done

Be unafraid, little friend, come close, feel my beauty.

See how I prepare the master's food. Share my duty.