September is here,
I'm stricken with fear,
For this is the month of the spiders!
That venture inside, from the coldness outside,
We never know when they're beside us.
It's that time when they mate,
There's one near my gate!
He's heading for solace in my house,
Let's lock the door!
I'm chilled to the core,
Well pal, you're staying right out!
Jayne Louise Davies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But spiders are so cuteee (Untill they run at you-)