My old man used to laugh at me
As I lifted the lid to check
For spiders in the kettle.
I was always a nervous wreck.

I told him, “one day when I was eighteen
A huntsman flowed into my coffee”.
And I could never let it happen again.
It’s enough to put you off.

See, he couldn’t understand my fears.
He thought my story was a joke.
Until one day when I was twenty-five,
He learned I’m quite an honest bloke.

We woke at dawn for an early start
Before a day out on the sea.
I lifted the lid of his kettle that morning
And showed him a spider destined for his tea.