Hello again my eight-legged friend

You got away last time

What shall I use to squish you

And turn you in to slime

A napkin? A Kleenex?

Perhaps a ShamWow

It doesn't matter what I use

My friend you're going down

Now all I have to do my friend

Is squish you with my thumb

If you think you can survive

You must be really dumb

My right thumb or my left

It doesn't matter which

This wound can't be fixed

By a measly stitch

Now my friend is the time

When you will become dead

Crap, where did you go?

I must be losing my head

In that time that I was talking

You managed to get away

But don't you worry my friend

I'll squish you someday