Little Spiders
Little spiders in your room
Racing through the darken gloom
Cross the floor how fast they go
While you're sleeping, breathing low.
Wake up! Wake up! Turn on the light
Before they get you in the night!
Up the wall they slowly crawl
Spiders tiny, spiders small
From the ceiling see them fall
Too many to count them all.
Look out! Look out! Go lock the door
Or they will get us all for sure!
Hanging from a slender thread
Spiders slide down to your bed
Cross your legg onto your head
If they bite you you'll be dead.
Too late, too late. I tried to warn
There'll be nothing left by morn.
In your ears and nose and eyes
Evil spiders, small in size,
Spin their web and when they're through
They shall suck the blood from you.
Yet another item from the ongoing series "Lucifera's Questionable Daycare Poems and Stories." It appeared in W. H. Pugmire's weird poetry anthology "Visions of Kroy'don" (Seattle: Sesqua Valley Press, 1976).
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