Scared-y-cat:

I'm a lonely blackwidow
I stay to myself,
In my dusty condo
Perched on a shelf.

I'm not that big
My legs are thin,
I barely hold on
To the webs I spin.

The World is a jungle
Then there's little me,
A little bity spider
That jumps at a flea.

Watch out for sneakers
They leave me flat,
Or those spooky critters
They call black cats.

My nerves are shot
It's tough to survive,
Finding me a victim
When I'm scared of a fly.

I hate those strawbrooms
They get under my skin,
Right up in my grill
On my chinny chin chin.

I hide from my shadow
Thunder and lightening,
Of big loud noises
Or any kind of fighting.

I don't like the dark
Afraid of heights,
Elevators terrify me
And big teeth that bite.

But one thing certain
I'm no scared-y-cat,
A white clown face
Want prove you that.

I might be smaller
Not that much proven,
But I still scare the pants
Right off them humans.