Sir Isaac Newton, spider,didn't climb the spout,
He fell from Mulkeys hand you see, and landed with a clout.
Out spilled his innards, all on the classroom floor,
Was this the end for Isaac, would he live no more?
Children from the eighth grade, all were wondering whether,
With a little superglue,they'd put him back together.
So with surgical popsicle stick, they restored his little belly,
But now it looks quite hideous, like custard, cream and jelly.