- The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout.
- Down came the rain, and washed the spider out.
- Up came the sun, and dried up all the rain,
- and the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again.
Mom taught us all the words and the accompanied hand movements, as we sat around the kitchen table. I know many can't handle spiders at all, either in the bathtub or running along the floor. And, of course, around this house, I'm the unofficial spider killer. Although I must add at this point, I perform this service mostly to stop the screaming. I've always enjoyed the antics of these members of the arachnid family. Probably, it all stems from waking up after sleeping out with the gang in our tents to Daddy Long Legs walking over my face. Ah... another pleasant thought. Are you humming this song yet?