The Icky Drip
The icky drip
Went drip, and drip
And dripped upon my neck
I gave a quiver
And a spine-length shiver
And an “Ee, what the ’eck?”
Was it a spider
Or a clammy-skinned writher
Or a creepy-crawly thing gone down my back?
No, it was the icky drip
Dropping its drip with a slimy slip
And starting its downward trek
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