Now, I know ya’ll fearful of dem spiders, 

But I gots to say, one visited me today,

Creep’n up on my walk’n time a think’n.

And it took a glance to smile by its eyes,

Dey can be cute in der own delicate way,

Like a jump’n spider’s black ball’n eyes.

Now, many in Kittywoof think spiders need an instant squash’n,

But I’m a Pumpkinhead, and fear’n spiders raised me in my patch,

Oh yes, till I rolled free, I was a grow’n head of tangled webs ya see.

And spiders, well, they tan’t so bad, and they’z usually knows a lot about a thing,

Its cause der always tangled in a fearish web, dats how they get to fast a’know’n,

And dez the ones been keeping dis Kittywoof together while de rest trashed it loud.

A spider is a spiritual be’n you see, more a feel’n of webs than mask’n depths of a soul,

Dats why they knows what’s going on in you, you're tangled, and their webs be tensing.

They are the kindest creatures, so slender and delicate, yet dey can twist you up quick,

So ya gotta watch too, dey like to send info down their webs, try’n to get you network’d.

An’ once they got ya tangled, a living feeding can begin on your soul,

Oh yes, but don’t worry, they don’t want you dead, quite the opposite,

They want you a fresh living meal, lasting a long and delicious time,

Dats why you should listen to em too, they’ll try extend your lifeline.

A spider can be a cute face,

Its creep can fill you fearishly,

Its webs can wrap you as meal,

Its knowledge refine your soul,

And der tangle can welfare a life.

But, a Creep of Spinning Spiders,

Well, dat be something else entirely,

And dat be a big problem in Kittywoof.