Spider Fun
Scampering from behind the picture frame,
Harold the Huntsman dares to make his fame.
The challenge was set by all his mates,
to make the humans tremble and shake.
Harold makes his way down onto the chair,
a lonely lady just waiting for a scare.
Slowly he creeps, all eight legs working in time,
a little bit closer now and she will be mine.
Harold feels his way onto her shoulder,
the closer he is the more he is bolder.
A tap with is leg on the lobe of her ear,
she tilts her head, eyes filled with fear.
She jumps with a start, shaking all about,
Harold thinks, now it’s time to get out!
He runs as fast as his little legs will take,
for the crack in the skirting his way does make.
Now sitting in his lair with the rest of the spider boys,
all slapping his back, their admiration he enjoys.
“Great job Harold of scaring that girl”.
“Now Byron it’s your turn to give it a whirl”.
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