Letters scrambled into a mueisdnrantdsnig
Leaving the lesser there wondering
But equal enough to understand the same
If only in there own seiacpl little way
Having them glad to not be the one
Hung by the very web one had spun
Pondering what was left uondne
To have it falter so carelessly
If only enough to have them ready
To leave letters scrambled to an urdnsetndniag
