Spider, Spider Go Away, Live to Hunt Another Prey.

Spider, Spider, on my Wall.

Up in the corner,

Oh, so small,

Walk away while the time is right,

It will be too late for you if you wait all night.

Your dinner's outside.

It's getting cold.

Find a new home.

You need to roam.

See better things and leave my sight.

Your spinning is too rich for me.

Get away from he,

who resides in here.

This is not your house.

Quick Little Gamer Quip

Quick little post of a humorous thought I just had:

Q: How does a modern role-player make plate mail?

A: Hoard dishes after eating, then send them out for cleaning.