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Hey, it isn't easy adapting a tarantula theme to Christmas carols, you know! So these are especially bad. I'll leave it to you to decide what which carols they are to be sang to.
Hair, the parahybana flings,
Getting onto everything
On my skin and in my eyes,
Up my nose to my surprise,
Itching scratching everywhere,
Caused by urticating hairs,
Hairs my parahybana flings,
Getting onto everything!
Deck the cage with boughs of webbing,
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!
My interest in this spider is quickly ebbing,
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!
So much silk I cannot see him, Fa-la-la,Fa-la-la, la-la-la-la!
Think I’ll give him to a museum!
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!
Oh OBT, Oh, OBT,
How quick you are to bite me!
Oh OBT, Oh OBT,
You are as quick as lightning
Oh OBT, Oh OBT,
You always want, to envenomate me
Oh, OBT, Oh OBT
How quick you are to bite me me!
It’s beginning to look a lot like mouting,
For all my Ts at home,
Their butts are shiny-black, their crickets they won’t attack,
Soon they’ll flip over on their loam!
Yes, it’s beginning look a lot like moulting,
and I know that with out fail,
No matter how I pray,
For things to go my way,
The suckers will end up being mature males!
Oh little sling in terrarium,
How still we see thee lie,
Are you now dead or just well-fed?
Was your substrate way too dry?
The pet shop sign said B. Smithi,
So I just had to buy,
I took it home and set it up,
An then began to cry,
For when I took a closer look,
I was mortified,
To see it was G. rosea,
-I’d bought a pet rock!-
My B smithi was G. rosea, what a crock!
Hair, the parahybana flings,
Getting onto everything
On my skin and in my eyes,
Up my nose to my surprise,
Itching scratching everywhere,
Caused by urticating hairs,
Hairs my parahybana flings,
Getting onto everything!
Deck the cage with boughs of webbing,
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!
My interest in this spider is quickly ebbing,
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!
So much silk I cannot see him, Fa-la-la,Fa-la-la, la-la-la-la!
Think I’ll give him to a museum!
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!
Oh OBT, Oh, OBT,
How quick you are to bite me!
Oh OBT, Oh OBT,
You are as quick as lightning
Oh OBT, Oh OBT,
You always want, to envenomate me
Oh, OBT, Oh OBT
How quick you are to bite me me!
It’s beginning to look a lot like mouting,
For all my Ts at home,
Their butts are shiny-black, their crickets they won’t attack,
Soon they’ll flip over on their loam!
Yes, it’s beginning look a lot like moulting,
and I know that with out fail,
No matter how I pray,
For things to go my way,
The suckers will end up being mature males!
Oh little sling in terrarium,
How still we see thee lie,
Are you now dead or just well-fed?
Was your substrate way too dry?
The pet shop sign said B. Smithi,
So I just had to buy,
I took it home and set it up,
An then began to cry,
For when I took a closer look,
I was mortified,
To see it was G. rosea,
-I’d bought a pet rock!-
My B smithi was G. rosea, what a crock!