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!

He’s heading up my staircase now.

     “Oh HELP! – not in my bed!!”

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