The Spider

















Spidery, spidery, spider spy,
you're watching me as I go by,
you hairy long-legged creepy thing,
I know you wish you had some wing,
so you could fly up here and bite me,
you who are so troglodyty,
think you're useful, you scary creep,
it would make a hard man weep,
to meet you in his bed at night,
it would make his hair go white,
to find you on his toothbrush,
in his coffee, up his nose,
but if he did, I suppose,
he'd flail and stamp,
and squash you dead,
so stay well out of people's beds!

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