Oh woe is me ?

Pitter patter up the spout as the bath water drops
This little hairy creepy crawly spider is saturated as he slip slops
He is soaked thru to the skin to his little stocking tops
But then in an avalanche of a cataclysm out the hole he pops

So he is back where he started from but as wet as can be 
The poor little spider only wanted to be free
There was a tatty, tabby Tom cat wanted him for his tea
Now he’s in the Tom cat’s jaws Oh woe is me

Outside the neighbour’s garden gate lying on the grassy floor
Is Tom cat’s enemy the big, bad black Labrador
It hates him with a vengeance and there will be a war
So Tom cat spits out the sodden wet spider and gives the Labrador what for