The barking spiders all march in
just past dinnertime.
Some big, some small, they come to call
floating on the wind behind.
Each is clearly noticed,
although they can’t be seen.
You’re positive they’re there though,
’cause your nose is very keen.
You know you can’t outrun ‘em
and a net won’t get ‘em caught.
Your friends laugh ’cause they’re funny …
Your mom yells ’cause they’re not.
So open all the windows!
Crack the vents real fast!
‘Cause these aren’t normal spiders.
“Barking” spiders are … just gas.