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Look, heīs crawling up my wall
Black and hairy, very small
Now heīs up above my head
Hanging by a little thread
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Now heīs dropped on to the floor
Heading for the bedroom door
Maybe heīs as scared as me
Whereīs he gone now, I canīt see
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
There he is wrapped in a ball
Doesnīt seem to move at all
Perhaps heīs dead, Iīll just make sure
Pick this book up off the floor
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Heīs come to a sticky end
Donīt think he will ever mend
Never more will he crawl īround
Heīs embedded in the ground
Boris the spider
Boris the spider