Spiders, Spiders

Spiders, spiders,
Crawling in my room,
Smack them, whack them,
Or they won’t leave soon.

Spiders, spiders,
Hide in the drawers,
They will leave holes
In clothes that are yours.

Spiders, spiders,
With cobwebs and strings
Will leave a trail
On some of your things.

Spiders, spiders,
They are everywhere
Evict these pests
Or they’ll go nowhere.

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