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Spider miss spider,
Crawling down my hand,
Don’t you realize
You’re in no mans land.

You’re so creepy and ugly,
So this will not do,
Wish I could tell you,
To find someone new. 

You had been on my jacket,
For no telling how long.
I swept you to the carpet,
Now angels sing you their song.

Black as the blackest, black
(say that one ten times fast)
Creepy as you can be,
Looks you definitely lack,
Should I have put you on a tree?

Guess it is too late,
To change my mind now
For you have met your fate,
Maybe coming back as a cow.

Then steaks you will provide,
There will be hamburger too,
So maybe next time hide,
So I wont have to smash you.

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