I was shaking a towel
When a spider fell out
So I stamped at the floor in a rage

I hit and I jumped
‘til I heard a small voice
Screaming: Oi! Will you cut it out!

Why are you trying to stand on my head?
He said
And I went: Well, ‘cus I can.

Well I could bite off your foot
If I wanted
He went: But I don’t, I just leave it alone.

But I knew he was lying
‘Cus his mouth was too small
So I went: No you can’t, just you try.

Well he tried and he tried
But with all of his might
My foot was still perfectly fine

SQUISH

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