Spiders Have Mothers

I don't kill spiders, they have feelings too.
How would you like it if someone came up and squashed you?
I don't kill spiders.
'Cause they have mothers.
And as we know, mothers cry when their kids get hurt.

I don't smush spiders, I think it's rude---
all they're doing is looking for food.
I don't kill spiders, because it's mean,
and mindless killing is rather obscene.

So don't kill spiders (oh, don't kill spiders,)
'cause they have babies (millions of babies,)
and baby spiders need momma spiders' love (love, love, love)---
s'why I don't kill spiders (Spiders!),
I mean, they're mothers (Mothers!),
and my conscience just couldn't take the blow (oh, oh, oh)!

I don't kill spiders.
They have feelings too.
I don't kill spiders.
That'd be awfully rude.

They just want food.
For all their babies.
They don't got rabies.
And they're so small.

They're pretty harmless.
Just not that pretty.
But we all know, it's what's inside that readlly counts.
And spiders--- I bet they're sweethearts---
even thought their hearts are in their butts.

(Just don't kill spiders.
Just leave them be.
When you see a spider, think---
"well, what if that were me?"
I'd let myself go.
Go to my babies.
Go find some food and hug my mom.)