The spider jumped and tried to cling
On a precipice out of its reach
A lesson to Bruce it had to teach
No vigour, nor will, did any closer bring
The cliff that eluded the spider's fling
But it tried harder for it had to preach
Till the bruises drew blood like a leech
And it lay in death for its pursuing
Oh poor little one! If you'd only quit
And settled on a goal you could've achieved
No grandeur in gallantry without wit
I and the world sit here bereaved
Trying till you succeed sounds all nice
But knowing when to stop... is as highly prized
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