Earache
There's a spider who lives
In a hole in the wall
He creeps out at night
And he wanders the hall
He goes to the window
Then he goes to the floor
Then he creeps in your bedroom
Going under the door
He jumps on your blanket
And climbs up your bed
He crawls up your face
And he sits on your head
He sleeps in your ear
Where its warm and its snug
But at the first light of day
He jumps down on the rug
Then its back to his hole
Till the night comes again
Then its back to your ear
That's what gives you the pain.
by D. T. Baker