Creepy Ole Spide

“Creepy Ole Spider”

(Sing-song-y Poem for the Grandkids during Halloween Time. Note: Every verse works by “playing” with the rhythm. Woke up this early morning with this one “loudly” in my head.)

Ole, Creepy Ole Spider he’s walking on the wall,

Ole, Creepy Ole Spider I just don’t like you at all,

I’m chasing you here with this ole broom,

He’s movin’ on down to my sister’s room.

Ole, Creepy Ole Spider he’s walking on the floor,

Ole, Creepy Ole Spider he’s heading for her door,

I’m chasing you now; go outside where you belong,

You better go fast ‘fore I finish my song.

Now, Creepy Ole Spiders who can hear my voice,

Stay outside; come in here, why that’s your choice,

If you make the baby cry, why, you’re gonna be sad,

‘Cause you’ll meet my Mom or Dad, and they’re gonna be mad.

Ole, Creepy Ole Spider moving toward the baby’s bed,

She’s a crying; Yes, she’s screaming; Dear Lord, her eyes are red,

My Daddy met you with his slipper in his hand,

Now you’re flying up high in Spider Heavn’ land!

Peter Lowell Paulson

October 4, 2018