There’s a dingly dangly spider

    Who said his name was Fred.

He can run along the ceiling

    And dangle from a thread.


He can hide in shady places

    And scuttle at great speed

But can soon become invisible

    Whenever there’s a need.


He disappears in summer

    But in autumn comes again,

And, of course, he just wants shelter

    From the cold winds and the rain.


I saw him run across my floor,

    And what a speed he fled!

But then he headed up the stairs,

    'Oh HELP! – not in my bed!!'



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