My ceiling fan merrily spins
And from my ceiling a spider grins
His bright eyes focus so sharp a gleam
Does he like coffee with cream?
I try to sit QUIET and write and think
Mr Spider I swear gave me a wink
He begins to slowly walk around
Away from the fan, toward me he is bound
My bright pens he now eagerly surveys
Above my desk he jauntily sways
I raise my coffee mug and slowly drink
He watches me without a blink
I slowly go wander down the hall
Petting my doggies as they answer my call
Back at my computer, I look around
On the ceiling no 8 legger to be found
Quick look at the walls, he is not there
I turn and search my desk and chair
My day now rattled as I eagerly sense
Against Mr 8 Legger I have no defense
