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If it turns out to be forbidden to love children so much,
Must we therefore become pedophobes?
I like Arachne, but I don't swallow
The spinner whole, and I don't salivate
When the charming one comes to weave web and thread.
I then declare myself a joyful arachnophile!
It is said that in the legion there is no cabriphobe;
Yet its cheese is tasted all over the globe!
Let all your little children come to me,
I am not an ogre and I pamper them well!
I will make more of them into wolves than into gentle little dogs
Who will know how to run well, staying downwind.
There is an art that must be cultivated,
Not the one that can be called holophobia,
This other delicate one, always evolving,
Which bears this beautiful name, namely biophilia.
