I think the spider's got those little green things that crawl into my closet   I don't see them running    It must have gravitated to their entrance at my house    So they ate them as they walked into that door    My closet doesn't see them    But those green things eat off all the white green mold growing on my clothes    I pay the spiders    I live inside their web    I live in the web    They weave all around me    I'm but their world, part of their world    They're friendly things    But I don't want to see the other members of the family    They've got to go    Hey! Salamander