If death should come soon,
Know that a spider caused my swoon.
For while I was standing near his home,
He found my leg free to roam.
He cared not of my plans for life,
He saw me only as his strife.
So down I will go six feet underground,
So that worms might defile my burial mound.
But what will that matter to me?
I'll be with God finally free.
And there I will live out eternity,
With no stupid spiders to bother me.
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