When about fifty had gone off to the place where he had stood before, he threw some more stones at these, and at others that had stopped behind; then dancing among the trees he began to sing a song to infuriate them and bring them all after him, and also to

let the dwarves hear his voice. This is what he sang:
Old fat spider spinning in a tree! Old fat spider can’t see me!
Attercop! Attercop! Won’t you stop,
Stop your spinning and look for me? Old Tomnoddy, all big body,
Old Tomnoddy can’t spy me!
Attercop! Attercop! Down you drop!
You’ll never catch me up your tree!
Not very good perhaps, but then you must remember that he had to make it up himself, on the spur of a very awkward moment.

Chapter 8 Flies and Spiders