There is a spider who lives in the well,
Her name is Doubt.
We do not need to fear her,
Unless we are thirsty.
When you draw from the well
She may bide her time below
Or rush up the sides,
A tentacled eclipse.
She may ride up on the bucket,
Or lurk on the far side, out of site.
She may hover behind you,
and grace your neck with a kiss.
There is a spider, who lives in the well,
and I am feeling somewhat thirsty.
\m/ (-.-) \m/