There once was a spider as small as could be.
She lived at the base of an old oak tree.

Ellie was her name and in this woods she had grown.
In a small wooden hut which she called her own.

One dark eerie morning, Ellie awakened to a howl.
She went out for a look and on her face was a scowl.

'Batten down the hatches!' screamed Harry the Hedeghog running past.
'A storm is approaching, do what you can, it's coming fast!'

In a panic poor Ellie ran for some tools in the town.
A wooden hammer and some pegs to tie her home down.

I must stop my home from blowing deep into the woods.
It has been around since the oak tree's very first buds.

She got back to her house and found some rope inside.
Then threw it over the house and with the pegs down she tied,

The storm was now closer and Ellie's legs left the ground.
As the wind picked her up and threw her around.

She spun some web down to her house safely tied tight.
and pulled herself down and got over her fright.

The storm came fast and roared and howled all day,
Rain fell hard and her cosy twig hut kept it at bay.

The storm blew over and Ellie walked out to the sun.
It seemed a long time since she saw Harry the hedgehog run.

But all seemed ok, most homes were in tact with their latches,
For nobody would be be safe if Harry didn't shout 'Batten down the hatches'