my favorite on this subject:

THE SPIDER IN THE BATH
Flanders and Swann

I have fought a grizzly bear, tracked a cobra to its lair
Killed a crocodile who dared to cross my path
But the thing I fairly dread, when I’ve just got out of bed
Is to find that there’s a spider in the bath

I’ve no fear of wasps or bees, mosquitos only tease
I rather like a cricket on the hearth
But my blood runs cold to meet, in pajamas and bare feet
With a great big hairy spider in the bath.

        I have faced a charging bull in Barcelona
        I have dragged a mountain lioness from her cub
        I’ve restored a mad gorilla to its owner
        But I don’t dare face that tub!

What a frightful-looking beast, half an inch across, at least!
It would frighten even Superman or Goth
There’s contempt it can’t disguise in the little beady eyes
Of the spider sitting glowering in the bath

It ignores my every lunge with the bath-brush and the sponge
I have bonked it with A Present From Penllarth
It just rolls into a ball, doesn’t seem to mind at all
And simply goes on squatting in the bath

        For hours we have been locked in endless struggle
        I have lured it to the deep end, by the drain
        At last I think I’ve washed it down the plug-hole
        But here it comes a-crawling up the chain!
        
Now it’s time for me to shave, though my nerves will not behave
And there’s bound to be a fearful aftermath
So before I cut my throat, I shall leave this final note:
Driven to it by the spider in the bath!