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Beware the lurking scorpion

     With poison in its tail.

He’ll strike at you in self-defence,

     And catch you without fail.

 

Beware this most unwelcome guest –

     He doesn’t want to play -

And if you hear his warning hiss,

     Then quickly move away.

 

Beware this menacing Arachnida 

     Who'll hide just anywhere,

But it especially loves your attics,

     Or dark cupboards under stairs.

 

They love to hide in folded clothes,

     But what do scorpions eat?

Oh, insects, rodents, lizards too -

     Yes, they like their tasty meat.

 

So when your mother says to you:

     'Come on, let’s clean your room.'

That scorpion will scuttle off;

     He fears water and the broom.

 

With nowhere safe for him to hide,

     And no insects for his meal,

A hungry life, a homeless life,

     For him does not appeal!

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