Boris The Spider

Look! He's crawling up my wall,
Black and hairy, very small,
Now he's up above my head,
Hanging by a little thread.

Boris the spider, Boris the spider.

Now he's dropped on to the floor,
Heading for the bedroom door.
Maybe he's as scared as me?
Where's he gone now, I can't see.

Boris the spider, Boris the spider,
Creepy, crawly, creepy, crawly ...

There he is wrapped in a ball,
Doesn't seem to move at all.
P'rhaps he's dead, I'll just make sure,
Pick this book up off the floor.

Boris the spider, Boris the spider,
Creepy, crawly, creepy, crawly ...

He's come to a sticky end,
Don't think he will ever mend.
Never more will he crawl 'round,
He's embedded in the ground.

Boris the spider, Boris the spider.