I hate spiders and they hate me
They live inside my room you see
And when I scrunch down in my bed
I listen close with hopeless dread, as
My light goes out, and I hear them creep.
The scritching and scratching of hairy feet,
And up I jump, the light comes on,
But they've hidden well, I see not one.
I know they're there, just out of sight.
They fill me with dread and sleepless fright.
So now I sit with broom in hand,
And prepare to make my final stand.
I wait and watch, my vigil begins,
Knowing in dark they creep again.
I do this nightly because, you see,
I hate spiders, and they hate me.