Arachnobat

Little spider crawling on the wall,
Up and down and round you scurry,
With no sense of direction at all,
Going nowhere in a hurry.

It seems you have not spun a web
Within the corners of my room.
I've looked around but have not found
The spot where you've set up your loom.

And still you go, running to and fro.
You seem to have so much to do.
But I think that your pace will slow,
Because I'm going to squish you!