Your Own Little World

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