Incy Wincy, black as night,
Hiding from the bathroom light.
Throbbing beat from hairy legs,
Waiting, waiting, who’ll be next?
Creepy crawly. Skitter skatter.
Screams and cries! What IS the matter?
It’s Incy Wincy - no surprise -
He’s only hunting careless flies.
Jean Jorgensen
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