A red orb weaver spider, I
May look kind of spooky to you.
But benefits I can supply,
Notwithstanding my scary hue.
Because in an organized way
I weave a circular web that
Catch bugs which in your house might stay,
For you a pest free habitat.
The bugs are what I like to bite,
So biting you, avoid I will,
If you don't harm me when you sight
Me, thinking or doing my web skill.
If I'm webless, don't be perplexed,
I've eaten it, and on to next.
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