Dance, little spider,
Spin a web for me.
Trap a fat insect,
Nice and juicy.

Watch, little spider,
Watch your prey writhe,
Watch it struggle in your web,
Soon to lose its life.

Come, little bird,
See that spider there?
Feast, little bird,
Say, does this seem fair?

There's always something bigger,
Always something near,
Always ever-hungry,
Makes one cry in fear.

Tell me, all who hear,
Does this all seem fair?
Though it may sound vicious,
The cycle's always there.

Tell me, all who hear,
Do you understand?
This cycle rules o'er all--
Yes, is it not grand?

See, little human,
If all of this is true,
If something's always bigger,
What's that mean for you?