| In the shadows, in the bushes, in the space between the leaves
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| A spider in a thicket crawled up on my knee
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| I put my gloves on, put my hat on, and I ran from the trees
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| But that little black spider came a crawling after me
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| From the shadows in the bushes, in the space between the leaves
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| A little black spider came a crawling home with me
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| It crawled across my window as I lay me down to sleep
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| In the morning on my pillow it waited patiently
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| And then came the ants, the frogs and the snakes
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| Slithering and sliding through my clean white sheets
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| Rustling from the bushes, creeping from the leaves
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| Every awful creature came a crawling over me
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| I crushed them and killed them, but they came all the more
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| So I ran in my nightshirt out onto the lawn
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| But I tripped up on a tree root and they swarmed from the weeds
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| A million little teeth tore me to pieces
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| In the shadows of the thicket rain poured through the leaves
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| And I was scattered in the mud beneath the dripping trees
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| But from here and from there, from every direction
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| Little voices sang under twigs and mosses
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| And I swarmed and I gathered under logs and leaves
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| I crawled and I slithered under rotting trees
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| In the tangle of the bushes, underneath the wet leaves
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| I am many and nothing and I crawl up on your knee |