Kill The Spider

Kill The Spider

by Bud Lemire in 2002

Who shall kill the spider, that’s in the bathroom

Will it be the toilet brush, or possibly the broom

Maybe with my shoe, I will squish it on the floor

Or maybe be a coward, and run quickly out the door

Wow! That spider is so big

Maybe it’s one that wears a wig

I know I must do something, so it’ll disappear

I get goosebumps, with its presence so near

I wonder if there’s a way to talk to it, so it’ll understand

We should be able to communicate, we come from the same land

I know I better kill it soon, before it climbs too high

Or I won’t be able to kill it, on the ceiling like a fly

I wonder how it got to be, into this room and there

And lurking in some corner, not far from my derriere

I really hate to kill, but I hate it more to live in fear

So I’ll summon up all my courage, from ear to ear

Here I go stomping a spider, SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH!

I ponder if I keep pounding it, if I could make a wish

Well the spider must be dead now, and now it’s a quarter to eleven

But it does make me wonder, does a spider go to Heaven