The Weaver

Weaving day 
And spinning night
The weaver works
With such delight

Spinning yarns
Too big to tell
Rumours rumours
Cast her spell

Cast aspersions
Casting lies
Catches fishes
With no eyes

Catches rodents 
With no ears
Her patrons are
Filled with fear

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