Ooooh Spiders!
Ickity, spickity, they crawl all aroundSlowly, patiently waiting on their prey
Their favorite spot, for those who can spin
Is their webs, as the victim stupidly plucks the strings
They're not for me, although interesting to watch
Until they get too close, then I can run
Or squash them or swat them
Or do whatever it takes to create space
Or whatever my clever brain can contrive
To beat them at their own game
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