The Spider
I just looked at my ceiling
What do I see
A ruddy great spider web
Looking back at me
How the heck do they do it
This ones suspended in space
The beginning is a wall
The ceiling is its base.
Are they dead acrobats from the circus
Still showing what they can do
You think theyre after flies
But secretly spying on you
Or maybe just maybe
It knows its halloween
So want to frighten me to death
Whens they dangle in front of me.
So then mr spider
Take up thy bed and walk
I dont want u in my house
When u go you can take the mouse.
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