Little Spider on the Ceiling

Little spider on the ceiling
You give me a creepy feeling
When will you decide to leap?
When I'm snuggled, fast asleep
Chewing lightly on my ear —
What's that snicking that I hear?
Eight eyes gently, greenly gazing
While you're busy lobely grazing.
In this house there's just no room
For both us — I'll get a broom.

Spider

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