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I find I don’t fear spiders

If I give them each a name

Johnny, Susan, Carol, Melvin

It’s the sound that makes them tame


They can twirl up by the ceiling

Or in a corner of the tub

And I’ll watch them without screaming

But that’s, of course, the rub


Because if I’m not afraid of spiders

They’re that much easier to squish…

So here lies Johnny, Susan, Carol, Melvin

Flushed and sleeping with the fish