In my room there is a spider, I named him Fred,
He watches over me every night when I’m in bed,
He does his job well and keeps all the flys away,
Keeps them from bothering me so that I can enjoy my day,
He doesn’t ask for much, just a cozy little corner,
If one day he dies I think I’m gonna mourn him,
I have arachnophobia so at first I was afraid,
But he slowly grew on me every single day,
This might be weird but I’d call him my greatest friend,
when I’m on my death bed I hope he’s still watching then.