There he sits by the fire In his cobweb empire Never looking around Never making a sound Good old spider Clever old spider Making plans for the day Spinning webs for his prey Never giving a thought To whatever he caught Good old spider He is old and he's wise And he loves little flies Hangs them up in a row Round his nest and below When you meet him he smiles Full of spidery wiles And inviting you in He continues to spin Good old spider There he sits by the fire Like an old country squire Dinner-plate in his lap He's a nice little chap Good old spider Hagnir-Erin