The eensy weensy spider,
Climbed up its victim’s neck,
Down came a hand,
And squashed the spider flat,
Up came the sun,
And dried out its remains …
… And the eensy weensy spider
won’t climb up a neck again.
The eensy weensy spider,
Climbed up its victim’s neck,
Down came a hand,
And squashed the spider flat,
Up came the sun,
And dried out its remains …
… And the eensy weensy spider
won’t climb up a neck again.
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