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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