Their ugly heads and ugly legs and when I see their sneaky walking,
Their different colors and different shapes leave me no where near them gawking,
You see, I have a fear of spiders, and they seem to love me so,
Whenever Im in a room, they know just where to go.
Without failure, if one is about,
It's sure to come and sniff me out.
Do you know those chubby ones that scuttle around the ceiling?
Their the ones that make me run, and scream while I am kneeling.
Then you have those cheeky fellas' that love the bedroom zone.
When I am trying to rest in peace, they never leave me alone.
Oh and there's those, skinny chaps, that come in from the garden,
They run right in without thinking twice, to even beg my pardon!
Or how about the one's whose bodies are so small,
and their legs are as thin as hairs, that stumble as they crawl.
How about the bath lovers that wont leave without a fight,
Or the ones you throw out the window, but come back in the night.
Did you ever have a time when you'd be sitting there just thinking,
And up your very legs it runs, without you even blinking!....
The shock of that, has passed me out, and believe, it is no lie,
For I do not like spiders, and I have my reasons why.
They are part of nature, but I'd rather see them out,
They have the whole world out there, so, why around me, do they hang about??