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