I sit on my web and watch all the people,
I watch as the net bows and sags beneath their feet.
When I’m alone in the darkness I spin something new—
A little lie I can tell them when they ask me who I am.
Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell you the truth.
That would frighten you, and I don’t want to do that.
Little lies are soft and gentle, they go down easy,
And I don’t want you to hurt when you swallow down my words.


