A hairy spider ran across the floor,
I ran quickly for the door,
For three days I did not enter again,
I decided to sleep in my snug den,
I wrapped myself up quite tight,
I even kept on the light
After three days it was safe to go in,
I couldn’t let the spider win,
And sure enough on the third dawn.
That pesky spider had gone.
“Win, Win” I proudly cried,
And hoped the spider hadn’t died.
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