The Scorpion & The Spider

There once was a Scorpion who lived in a box - she tried to love everyone even the fox 
In the morning she said hello to the sun - but never did she ever have any fun 

There once was a Spider whom was widowed at that - he tried to love another even a rat - At night he spun his webs for his own pleasure but that was not enough - it was not a golden treasure 

One fine day in the middle of June - the Scorpion met the Spider at 12 o'clock noon
They didn't shake hands nor did they kiss or hug - they both just stared at one another like they were a couple of bugs

The Spider finally said - hello how are you? And with a Scorpion's reply she said "how do you do?"

The two of them talked for hours upon hours - many things consisting of the rain and all its showers - the roses thorns and every flower

The Spider with his 8 legs and his silky cobwebs - told the Scorpion "before I met you I wished that I were dead"

And with one long pause and a wide-eyed stare - she took a deep breath to begin - "before I met you just yesterday I had no one to call friend"