THE EENSIE-WEENSIE SPIDER

(by Bob Blue, Tom Smith, and Stan Rogers)

The eensie-weensie spider 
  went up the water spout
Down came the rain and 
  washed the spider out
Out came the sun and 
  dried up all the rain
And the eensie-weensie spider climbed again

She wouldn't let the elements 
  distract her from her goal;
The purpose of her struggle 
  was embedded in her soul.
Now, see the sun shine down on beasts, 
  on women and on men
And like the eensie-weensie spider, rise again!

	Rise again, rise again!
	She won't let misfortune keep her 
	from doing what she can,
	So whether your legs number two, 
	or four, or eight, or ten,
	Be like that eensie-weensie spider, rise again!

This eensie weensie metaphor's 
  a lesson for us all
We cannot be defeated 
  if we rise each time we fall,
And if you think this story's one 
  you learned too long ago,
Then think about some other ones you know.

You know the myth of Sisyphus, 
  and you know Jack and Jill
It's such a potent image 
  going up and down a hill,
So every time you fall, 
  or lose a lover or a friend,
Be like that eensie-weensie spider: Rise again!

	Rise again, ...
	
Perhaps you think this allegory 
  goes a bit too far
Climbing up a pipe is not 
  like reaching for a star
But whether its's a water spout 
  or mountain that you climb
You've come this far; indulge me one more time.

It could be said that each of us 
  climbs up a water spout.
The downward pull of gravity 
  is not what it's about:
The upward pull of hope is what will 
  save us in the end.
Be like that eensie-weensie spider: Rise again!

	Rise again, Rise again!
	Never let misfortune keep you 
	from doing what you can,
	So whether your legs number two, 
	or four, or eight, or ten,
	Be like the eensie-weensie spider: Rise again!

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