Brown Sailor Spider
Rode on a leaf that hide her
that hubby plucked
and then he washed
to find this tiny hitchhiker!
Brown Sailor BBQ Spider
She smiles at you,
she is neither
a threat or a town crier
She stays on trees
and keeps to the leaves
So, don't be afraid,
she's not here
to get yer!
The spider looks nasty
It's spiky and hairy
With 8 beady eyes
you can't tell
it's angry or happy
But it's born this way,
this little spidey
It's harmless and so tiny....
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