Look, he's crawling up my wall
Black and hairy , very small
Now he's up above my head
Hanging by a little thread
Boris the spider!
Now he's dropped onto the floor
heading for the bedroom door
Maybe he's scared as me
Where he's gone now, I can't see
Boris the spider
There he is wrapped in a ball
Doesn't see to move at all
Perhaps he's dead, I'll just make sure
Pick this book up off the floor
Boris the spider
He's come to a sticky end
Don't think he will ever mend
Never more will he crawl around
He's embedded in the ground!
Boris the spider
~ The Who
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