[Stumped]

That Creeping Sensation

They can put you off your supper,
Even keep you from your sleep,
For the fear aroused by spiders,
Is inclined to make skin creep;
They wake in us emotions,
That send us into fits,
For party to their strange mystique,
They scare us out our wits !

They can weave the neatest pattern,
And balloon upon the wind,
They can shimmy up the drainpipe,
And scale the sheerest thing;
They strut in stiff legged fashion,
And strike at breakneck speed,
As party to their heritage,
'Tis how all spiders feed !

They select the darkest cranny,
There to hang around for days,
Lurk motionless and scary,
Till in the end it pays;
Though we may fear the spider,
It bodes us well to think,
E'er we assume the coast is clear,
One shows up in the sink !

End