I was baking a banana cake;
a banana cake I was baking,
I went to get a banana …
but out came a hairy spider!
I screamed and I squealed;
I squealed and I screamed,
“Spider! Spider! Spider!”
My mum came running, running, running…
There was no spider,
Where had it gone?
Scuttling, scuttling, scuttling,
the spider disappears into my ear…
and into my brain!
My mum was incredibly angry,
so she said,
“Go and tidy your room!”
I was baking a banana cake.

I was baking a banana cake,
but something weird was going on,
I was showering in the water spout,
there was a string web covering my room,
but worst of all…
I was eating flies!
Suddenly a bird sped into the garden,
as you know, spiders are terribly afraid of birds,
I screamed, I squealed;
I squealed and I screamed,
“Pigeon! Pigeon! Pigeon!”
My mum came running, running, running…
And of course the pigeon had flown away,
where had it gone?
My mum was incredibly angry,
so she said,
“Go and tidy your room!”
And for the rest of my life…
I was baking banana and fly cake!