Ida the spider with cider inside ’er
Spins webs that make all other spiders deride ’er
Though Clyde tried to guide ’er and Di’d often chide ’er
She’s prideless with cider inside ’er insides
From “Out of the Frying Pun”
Ida the spider with cider inside ’er
Spins webs that make all other spiders deride ’er
Though Clyde tried to guide ’er and Di’d often chide ’er
She’s prideless with cider inside ’er insides
From “Out of the Frying Pun”