I am a spider on the wall
They all hate me because I crawl
I can't sing like the birds in the tree's
But I can't be worse than those lousy fleas

I get into baths and make people scream
When I'm in there I just dream
That I am a peacock in a wood
With a tail outspread so proud so good
I strut and preen and folk say...Oh !!!  
I forget I might go down the plug hole
Or they pluck me from the bath
And throw me onto the path

For when you get down to the nitty gritty
I have to admit I'm not pretty

My good point is I catch them flies
I spin my web their caught they dies..

Another good point that must be good
I don't poison peoples food

So spare a thought for all us critters
Although not handsome
We are fly eaters

So when you come to sort us out
There must be less rotten flies about
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