MY BROTHER’S PET

My brother has a pet spider

He keeps it under his bed

It has eight furry legs

And a little black head

The spider lives in a jar

With tiny holes in the lid

It eats flies and beetles

And my brother calls it Sid

One day Sid escaped

We searched high and low

Then suddenly Mum screamed

Sid was on her pillow

Dad threw Sid out of the window

No more pet spiders he said

But my brother doesn’t mind

He’s got a pet snail instead

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