| (I spy with my little eye) |
| (Something beginning with S) |
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| On candy stripe legs the spiderman comes |
| Softly through the shadow of the evening sun |
| Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead |
| Looking for the victim shivering in bed |
| Searching out fear in the gathering gloom and suddenly! |
| A movement in the corner of the room! |
| And there is nothing I can do |
| When I realize with fright |
| That the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight! |
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| Quietly he laughs, shaking his head |
| Creeps closer now |
| Closer to the foot of the bed |
| And softer than shadow |
| And quicker than flies |
| His arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes |
| "Be still be calm be quiet now my precious boy |
| Don't struggle like that or I will only love you more |
| For it's much too late to get away or turn on the light |
| The spiderman is having you for dinner tonight" |
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| And I feel like I'm being eaten |
| By a thousand million shivering furry holes |
| And I know that in the morning |
| I will wake up in the shivering cold |
| And the spiderman is always hungry... |
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| (Come into my parlour) |
| (Said the spider to the fly) |
| (I have a little something here) |
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