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Well hello Sammy Spider.
    I see you’re in my bath.
Shouldn’t you be outdoors
    Running on the path?

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Shouldn’t you be making webs
    To catch a little fly?
Oh, you’ve fallen in my bath tub
    And I don’t want you to cry.

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Well, hello Sammy Spider.
    Yes, you’re looking up at me.
Let me get you out of there
    And then you can run free.

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There you go, poor Sammy. 
    Be careful how you go.
Now run out in the garden
    To where the flowers grow.

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