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

But I'z gots ta say, one visited me today,

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

And it took a glance ta 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 Ima a Pumpkinhead, and fear’n spiders raised me in my patch,

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

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

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

And dez da ones been keep'n 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 dey knows what’s go'n on in you, you're tangled, and der webs be tense'n.

Dey are da kindest creatures, so slender and delicate, yet dey can twist you up quick,

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

An’ once dey got ya tangled, a live'n feed'n can begin on your soul,

Oh yes, but don’t worry, dey don’t want you dead, quite da opposite,

Dey want you a fresh live'n meal, last'n a long and delicious time,

Dats why you should listen ta em too, dey’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 Spin'n Spiders,

Well, dat be something else entirely,

And dat be a big problem in Kittywoof.