After the Old Red Rooster had repaired the Sonora, he went back to the barn to dust off the cobwebs. But, oh, dear me! All of a sudden, he brushed down a little black spider who had her web in the northeast corner.
"You're a very mean rooster to pull down my web, For now I must spin me another, If things must be clean you've no right to be mean, I've a notion to tell your good mother."
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