Spiders
A spider creeps on it's eight legs,
Trying to protect all of it's eggs.
They creep and crawl
Along the wall.
They make a web
Above your head.
You never know where they're at,
Some are skinny, some are fat.
Some are scary, some are not,
Some escape, but some get caught.
Most are black, yet other colors too.
You can try to hide, but they'll find you!!!
(1988)
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