I chanced upon a spider small,
And here was me standing tall,
Looming over this little figure
Made him look a little bigger.
I fancied it was scary
With being so hairy,
And its legs were long
With eight the throng.
'Don't crawl up my leg'
I so despairingly said.
'Where do you reside
And cunningly hide.
'I often see you in my bath,
That isn't a humorous laugh,
As I do not want to get in
When you are there within'.
'Shoo, and go scurrying away,
Go and find some other prey,
As I am going out to so play -
Please don't frightfully stay'.
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